“N… Not so fast, wannabe heroes…”, a panting voice called across the expanse. The group collectively turned toward the sound. After a few seconds, a man stood tall, holding an ornate spear. “I won’t let you tear down everything that I’ve worked so hard for!” Simon spat in his direction. “Take a good look around!”, he shouted. “Is this really what you’ve worked for? Dead children and monsters weak enough to be taken down by amateurs?” “This isn’t it!”, the man yelled back. “This isn’t my dream at all! Not even a part of it! Everything would have been fine if you hadn’t come along!”

Simon’s eyes glowed, resonating again with the holy sword. “You’ve said enough.”, he sighed, then flew. The man...

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