The Aftermath

"The heck? He's dead already?" Kuzon facepalmed as soon as he and Maya entered the Throne Room.

The place was quite grand and huge, with pillars supporting the massive ceiling above their heads.

Chandeliers hung from above, and many statues decorated the hall. The golden grounds were clear as glass, and the carpets and drapes added a posh vibe to the place, giving it an extravagant look.

The Throneroom also seemed large enough to contain hundreds of thousands of people.

Unfortunately, none of the two parties who arrived there were concerned with any of those details.

They had been looking forward to an epic final battle, so it was incredibly underwhelming for them that the Last Boss was dead.

"Since when was the Midas Emperor so shameless? Tsk tsk." Kuzon stepped forward as Maya sighed beside him.

She had also wanted to vent out her anger on the Midas Emperor—at the very least, for what he did to her people.