C1435 The City

As the magic circle faded away, the bands of light turned into stardust and disappeared. Lee Mo stood atop the city tower's ruins, sword in hand, his white robe fluttering as if he were an ethereal immortal untouched by the mortal world.

Off in the distance, the Unmaker lay defeated on the ground, his crown nowhere to be seen, his hair a tangled mess. His scale armor had been slashed to pieces