Everyone was talking, and even though the Snake of the End was a Level 10 Strongman, it often got nervous and stuck, just like the rest of us… except for Levi.
In the end, the legendary wizards and the barbarian warriors exchanged looks, evidently having formed a basic level of trust in the Snake of the End.
Edmund extended his hand and said, "Welcome, Despair Sovereign."
The Snake of the End exhaled deeply, saying, "From now on, just call me Mr. End. As of today, I am no longer the Despair Sovereign."
...
One year later.
Nora Calendar, Year 1596.
The Nightmare World.
The Despair Domain.
Under the crimson and black sky, the Snake of the End gazed at the territory below and the endless Blood Flesh Forest, resolve in its eyes.
Rumble!
As it relinquished its Nightmare Monarch title, the Flesh and Blood Mountains buzzed and trembled, with Yermund's true name gradually fading.
