Amidst the aftermath of the devastating battle, Edward, standing tall amidst the fallen, found himself confronted by an unexpected presence. A mysterious figure, draped in pristine white, emerged from the shadows, approaching Edward with purpose.

{Edward} What do you want, oh saint?

The figure, known as The Saint Derless, raised her hands, summoning a gleaming javelin that materialized before her. Without a moment's hesitation, she thrust it toward Edward's heart.

{Edward} What do you want...

Cocky and defiant, Edward, though pierced, faced The Saint Derless with an unyielding gaze, ignoring the pain that echoed through his chest.

{Saint Derless} Your actions have resulted in many deaths, and to compensate, your death is enough. I am The Saint Derless, The Spear of the Heaven.

The Saint Derless regarded Edward with an air of authority, as if passing judgment.

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{Edward} Seriously, an Angel? But do you really think that you can kill me? Even knowing that I am immortal?

{Saint Derless} Yes.

With those resolute words, a thousand spears materialized and hurtled toward Edward. Each spear found its mark, piercing him in a symphony of divine retribution. As swiftly as they came, the spears vanished, leaving Edward battered but still standing.

The Saint Derless fixed a gaze upon Edward, seeing beyond the physical wounds to the essence within.

To the Saint's discerning eyes, Edward's soul struggled to reunite with his physical form. Undeterred, The Saint Derless thrust her javelin with unwavering might, shattering not only Edward's soul but also the mountains and sea in the backdrop.

{Saint Derless} No more words need to be spoken.

With these words, The Saint Derless brought an end to Edward's story, and by extension, the narrative itself.

Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation and The Man's End

{The Black Figure} I was bored you see...... so i though why not end it... lol.