Epilogue

Hunters of the Wild. The Myth Slayers.

“You must not allow the existence of Gods”.

Everything about Arfu’s past passed through his mind as he accepted the Old Man’s quest.

He had been prepared for this all along.

“Ar…fu? What are you doing?!” a familiar voice rang from nearby. A man touched by light writhed on the ground in seeming pain. His eyes were filled with light, but since they were currently leaking tears, he probably couldn’t see very well.

Arfu took a moment to recall that this was Halon.

Yes, Halon. His childhood friend, cousin, and fellow hunting partner for many years.

He was important, yes, but right now he cared more about the words of—

The Old Man was gone.

No, he probably never existed in the first place. Was he simply a reflection of Arfu’s subconscious, or something more than that?

He didn’t care about any of that hard stuff. Now that he had the light in his hand, he knew what to do.

Not only his hand but his entire body thrummed with power. Power that he never knew, even as a hunter of the fiercest monsters that ever lived.

And one approached them even now, probably drawn there by the same power as him. Next to the somewhat familiar man on the ground came a massive lizard-like beast with twisted antlers, roaring a challenge.

Arfu raised his hand.

The creature fell.

It was as easy as that. With the power he now possessed, the beast was burnt alive, probably not even having the time to feel anything.

Allow no god to exist.

Destroy all monsters.

Arfu reflected on these words while growing larger—no, flying higher. Noticing a thick-skinned monster foraging nearby, he vaporized it with a wave of his hand. Seeing a flock of flaming birds nearby, he burned them, too.

He used to fight all alone risking his life to kill these budding gods, but no more.

Now that he became light itself, he was the legend to end all legends.