The enemy who had threatened Rome and the entire world—Gabriel—was dead. The angel kind had gone extinct, and all the God’s Tears addicts had turned into monsters and had subsequently been killed. The long and tedious battle was over.

Gi-Gyu and his creatures had won, but Tao Chen looked around and muttered, “The only thing left is the scar of the war, I suppose.”

The word “victory” sounded sweet, but the survivors only received scars as a reward. The entire city of Rome had burned down, leaving its people homeless and mourning the loss of their families.

As if it was apologizing, the Colosseum turned into dust and disappeared. Perhaps it was a miracle it had stood this long. After all, this was where Gabriel, who used to possess God-like power, and Gi-Gyu, who had killed him, had battled. The Colosseum had withstood many incredible fights. The Italian Association’s dozens of overlapping barriers used to protect it, but it still should have collapsed long ago. It had lasted this long because Gi-Gyu, El, and the others had made a huge effort to protect it.

Tao Chen continued, “It’s turning into dust now.”

The Colosseum scattered away almost immediately after the last battle as if it was drained of its...