Victory.
An unprecedented triumph.
All surviving members of the Martinos Clan were overjoyed.
They never expected such an outcome.
Did they really win?
Clearly, everything seemed irreversible.
Yet, as if a deity was secretly guiding them, they turned the tide at the crucial moment.
Could the prayer before departure really have worked?
Then, without knowing who started it, someone spontaneously knelt down amidst the blood-soaked dark battlefield, beginning to pray again, praising the name of the Dark Savior.
Soon, this prayer turned into a collective one, with the sounds of praise almost piercing the night.
Ethan, hidden in the shadows, felt the prayer's power, and surprisingly, he noticed his stamina and strength slowly recovering.
Even the 'True God's Name,' which had reached a bottleneck, was subtly showing signs of change.
Though very slight, it was enough to prove one thing.
That is, his direction was correct, coming to the Royal Capital was right.
