"I hope everything is progressing smoothly at your end," the Blue Purgators leader whispered, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of William in the distance. He truly hoped he could help, but he was a man of immense experience; he knew he had no place in such a high-level war occurring at the core of this world.
With a final, respectful nod toward the motionless youth, the leader turned around. He had a different duty now. He began coordinating his elite forces to sweep the entire world, clearing the remnants of the monster tide that had failed to reach the gates.
Between the roars of the dying stragglers, the sounds of celebration began to erupt from the Purgators' ranks. For them, this was a grand victory, a miraculous escape from a trap they were certain would be their final resting place.
