When the end came, Carlo still wore the ancient Aslanc flag gun armor, standing on the tower that reached the sky, accepting the gaze of all creatures, including the dragon.
His epic glory witnessed the blood dripping from the colorful cursed blades in the hands of the group of giant Ant warriors behind him;
Witness the dense wounds under the bright silver shoulder of thorns and the silver armor;
Witnessing the Thunderfury heavy lance held high in the hands of General Rezelder the Lizard...
At this moment, the Zergs, Behemoths, humans, elves, dragons... All creatures suddenly realized: from the moment he arrived, they were shrouded in the halo of heroes...
"I have no intention of redemption, I am just constantly pursuing." Carlo pointed at the sky with the Sword of Perseus in his hand and said calmly.
Everyone will have this epic scene deeply imprinted in the depths of their souls. Of course, except for the snow-white Nuramon who kept pouting on his shoulder...