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The battlefield was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene. No one had imagined that Bakal's final blow before disappearing would be so devastating.

"Juvenil! Juvenil! Are you alright?" Coming back to her senses from the shock, Irena immediately called out to the Geborg pilot over the radio.

After a brief commotion, Juvenil's voice finally came through the radio: "Cough! Uh—I'm fine. Luckily, Bakal's attack missed the cockpit; what a miracle!"

"It's good that you're alright. Bakal's final blow destroyed the palace's foundation, and it's about to collapse. I need to direct the evacuation. If you're okay, climb out yourself."

Looking at the palace that was beginning to crumble, Irena felt a mix of emotions.

"Although it was a fierce battle, at least we won!"

She nodded to herself, her eyes hardening, and picked up the radio, saying, "After a long battle, we have successfully extinguished the dragon flames!"

Cheers erupted from all over the battlefield. Every surviving member of the Allied forces cheered and celebrated the news. But because the palace was already on the verge of collapse, Irena could only order everyone to evacuate first and celebrate later.

In the distance, beneath Gaboga's mangled body.

Juvenil, who had just climbed out of the driver's seat, was also lost in thought. Only now did he have a chance to recall the recording he had heard.

Taneba, not a traitor... So, the ancestor I resented so much was right? What have I been doing all this time?

It wasn't until the adventurer walked right up to him that Juvenil snapped out of his daze: "Everyone's hidden in a safe place, what are you still doing here?"

"Survivors, go down now. Those who have rendered meritorious service will be richly rewarded. I hope you will all be satisfied, for your merits are the greatest."

Juvenil didn't look at him, his gaze vacant as he continued muttering to himself, "I don't deserve any reward. I should be forgotten, held responsible for the sacrifices of the past hundred years. As a descendant of traitors, I have no right to leave my name in history."

The adventurer suddenly realized that Juvenil didn't seem to be talking to him, so he simply didn't interrupt him and let him continue rambling.

"Because of that ancestor's foolish choice, I have lived like a sinner, constantly hiding and running away since birth, which has filled me with resentment and contempt for him. The longer it goes on, the greater my resentment becomes. The reason I live, even at the cost of committing other sins, is to cleanse myself of this sin."

He paused, his voice choking with emotion: "But today, everything has been proven right. They did nothing wrong... and I... was just an ignorant child who knew nothing and was self-righteous."

"No!" Upon hearing this, the adventurer couldn't hold back any longer. If he continued, he might break down on the spot.

"You just did what you were supposed to do—what a hero should do!"

"We should leave this dimension!" Behind the adventurer, Mashel Kurio arrived with Siran and Alice.

"Dimension? I think I heard something I shouldn't have..." Juvenil keenly caught the key word. He looked at the adventurers, his expression complex. "I'll leave after things are settled here, so don't worry. Goodbye, friends from other dimensions."

"Wait!" Maichel Kurio stopped Juvenil, who was about to leave. "I want to ask you to tell Irena not to leave any record of us in history."

"I understand, don't worry!" Juvenil readily agreed to the requests of these interdimensional allies, because he happened to have the same idea and mentioned it along the way.

After receiving a response, the adventurers promptly boarded the Vahaid and left this dimension.

Juvenil returned to the camp and informed his comrades-in-arms of the adventurers' wishes.

The first to raise the question was Rosa Jürgen: "But without them, we simply couldn't have won this war. As heroes, they deserve to be remembered in history!"

Irene paused for a moment, then answered decisively, "I understand, and I will respect their wishes."

"Alright. I will organize a raiding party to wipe out the remaining dragon troops who have lost their will to fight."

"Then let's go along with them. There are still many things to take care of."

"I want to go back to my hometown for a visit..."

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Juvenil and Irena.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor, although it might be a bit early to say it now," Juvenil said.

Irena looked at the somewhat reserved man before her and replied, "Please speak."

"I thought I was going to die in this battle, but I survived. You actually knew my identity all along, didn't you? Thank you for pretending not to know. I hope it can continue like this in the future."

He paused, then continued, "I have an idea regarding the new regime in the Heavenly Realm. Because of the sacrifice of those seven heroes, we were able to get this far. To make the name more memorable, let's call the future regime 'Seventh'... What do you think?"

Some time has passed since the battle that overthrew Bakal. In the meantime, the allied forces cleaned up the battlefield, settled the survivors, and erected graves for those who died in the battle.

At the graves of many martyrs, Irena found Juvenil.

"Are you really leaving?" Irena's voice, unlike her usual cold commanding tone, became somewhat sorrowful.

Juvinier looked Irena up and down in her new clothes, then turned and walked outside.

He hadn't gone far when he turned back slightly: "This outfit suits you quite well!" Then, he strode forward and disappeared from Irena's sight.

At the long-awaited coronation ceremony, Irene, dressed in magnificent attire, opened her eyes and cast aside the many memories in her mind.

Her crimson lips parted slightly: "We will remember those heroes who sacrificed themselves for the Celestial Realm! We are always ready, and will never again allow someone like Bakal to take over the Celestial Realm! I believe that all those heroic souls who, even transformed into flames, still yearn for today, are with us at this moment!"

She took a deep breath and continued, "I declare that today, the Celestial Realm is liberated!"

Cheers and celebrations resounded throughout every corner of the heavens. Even standing atop the city walls, Irena could feel the wave of sound washing over her.

"The name of the new nation is—the Seventh Empire!"

Meanwhile, within the dimensional rift.

The Vahaid sailed through the endless void.

On the deck, the adventurer stood alone, clutching a dragon scale in his hand. It was the "power that Bakal had left behind to guide him," as he had said.

"Still thinking about that battle?" Maisieur Kurio walked up to him.

The adventurer didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly.

"I still don't understand what Bakal said at the end," he murmured. "He said I had obtained the power that carried his will, and that he would leave behind power to guide me. But so far, I haven't felt any guidance from this dragon scale."

Maishere thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it requires specific conditions to activate?"

The adventurer remained silent.

Suddenly, the dragon scales in his hand began to glow faintly.