Chapter 855: Laying Down the Armor, Growing Old Together

The sea breeze over Holy Island was clean, carrying away the last vestiges of blood and iron. The sun shone brightly on the pristine summit, as if washing away the memory of the cataclysmic battle that had just concluded. The world was quiet again. Milo Leng stood at the edge of the cliff, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The Dragon's Teeth, his most elite and loyal soldiers, stood in disciplined ranks behind him, their reverence for him deeper than the sea itself. They had...