Well, the story's over. Not much else to say. Go ahead and say what you liked, what you didn't like, and all that other fun stuff.
I always have difficulty writing the last chapter. It's the first thing I know about a story and I keep on changing it as the story progresses. Sadly enough, Hunter never survives the end. A couple people have told me that I've been too cruel to Hunter. That I've been dumping on him the entire story, and they're right. Greek drama is either Comedy or Tragedy, and this story was never a Comedy.
This is the third attempt I've made at writing this story. Originally, it was called Behemoth and involved magical weapons and gods and a whole lot more magic. The first attempt was more akin to something you would see in a Japanese anime. The story was more focused on the gods than anything else. The second was slightly different, but it wasn't the world I was going for. I didn't really cement Cernon down until The Phoenix Wars.
This was the first story I wrote when I came on Fictionpress and the story I've most wanted to do. That said, I'm not satisfied with this attempt. Parts drag, parts go on too long, characters disappear and reappear. I'm going to go back and try to flesh the characters out more and make them proper characters. The entire story needs an overhaul. This is a rough draft to work by and far from the final version. I don't think I'll ever be happy with this story because it is the story I most want to be perfect. Honestly, I think I had more success with The Phoenix Wars.
Speaking of which, I'm going back to that story. I've had a lot of time to think about how I want to improve it.
All that said, I'd like to dedicate this story to the person Tala Zul is loosely based off of. You were the person who inspired me to dream and were the first person who asked to see my world. Even though things fell apart, this story was always for you. And to be clear, killing Tala was in no way a reflection on you. The timing was a coincidence.