A month later, the news of victory spread throughout the Star Sea.
Decades of war had finally ended, and the Holy Divine Empire now commenced a grand celebration ceremony.
Yet, at this grand victory banquet, there was little sign of jubilant joy.
Every face bore an inexplicable sadness; all of the empire's soldiers, those mighty individuals who participated in the final battle, would never forget the colossal blood-colored giant that spanned the sky, nor the heroes who perished completely for the Human Race.
"Your Majesty!" an elderly imperial official trembled as he left his seat and knelt before Konstantin.
"My Lord He, please rise quickly. If there is anything you wish to discuss, you may speak freely." Konstantin treated this aged official with great respect, for he was a vital minister in charge of the people's livelihood, something the empire desperately needed to restore its national power after years of war.
