BOOOOM!!!
The ground trembled as the Valtara Empire's war machines unleashed destruction upon the Holy City's last stronghold.
Towers crumbled.
Walls shattered.
The screams of the fallen filled the air.
Leonhardt rode atop Ironhorn, the Indomitable Rhino, now evolved into a Mythical-Class War Beast.
Celestia stood beside him, her crimson scythe glowing ominously.
Evelyn, once the pride of the Holy Alliance, stood among the attackers.
And today—
The Holy City would fall.
The last hero generals gathered around the sacred altar.
"We must activate the Divine Seal!" one of them shouted.
It was their final trump card—
A forbidden spell left behind by the gods.
But before they could finish the chant—
SLASH!!
Blood sprayed across the sacred ground.
"H-HOW?!"
A shadow moved.
A blade gleamed.
And the last of the Holy Alliance's leaders fell—before they could even resist.
Standing in the center of the massacre—
Was Leonhardt.
The Holy City was no more.
Its ruins burned under the night sky.
And within the throne room of the new world's emperor—
Leonhardt sat upon his golden throne, a glass of wine in hand.
Celestia curled beside him, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
Evelyn knelt before him, her once holy robes replaced with the black insignia of Valtara.
The war had ended.
The old world was gone.
And now—
Leonhardt would decide what came next.
Leonhardt Valtara leaned back on his golden throne, gazing at the ruins of the former Holy City through the massive windows.
The war was over.
His enemies lay in ashes.
And now—it was time to reshape the world.
Celestia, draped in a black silk gown, rested against his arm. Her red eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Darling~" she purred. "Now that you've crushed the so-called 'heroes,' what's next?"
Evelyn knelt before the throne, her once-radiant aura now tainted with darkness.
She had abandoned her past.
She had chosen Leonhardt.
And now—she awaited his command.
Leonhardt smirked.
"Simple," he said. "I will rebuild this world in my image."
The Valtara Generals gathered inside the war chamber.
These were the most powerful warriors and beast tamers in the empire.
The Black Wyvern King, Lord Orpheus.
The Shadow Fang, Duke Lycan.
The Storm Empress, Lady Seraphina.
And many more.
Leonhardt's crimson gaze swept across the room.
"The world is weak," he declared. "The old order was built on false justice and hypocritical ideals."
The generals nodded.
"The Holy Alliance is gone," he continued. "But we are not finished."
Celestia grinned. "Oh? Who else do you plan to crush, darling?"
Leonhardt smirked.
"The gods."
Within the celestial domain, the divine council gathered in urgency.
"The mortal world has fallen into darkness," one god murmured.
"Leonhardt Valtara is a threat to the balance," another spoke.
The gods had once watched over humanity, bestowing blessings upon heroes.
But now—
A villain ruled the world.
And worst of all…
He was coming for them next.