"Teacher, what do you think will happen to this world once we win the courage trial and leave?"

"...Perhaps it will be overthrown and restarted?"

"And what about these people?"

"They should be destroyed."

Lindong overlooked the puppet-like beings that were chatting and laughing. Their expressions seemed too vivid for puppets, and through her exchange with McCarthy Delin, she realized they appeared to possess independent thought.

They worried about their circumstances and felt uncertain about the future.

Until the world was destroyed and restarted, they probably wouldn't know they were merely part of a game manipulated by Kaisaros to dispel loneliness.

"But this time, whether Kane succeeds or fails, this 'game' must end."

Ethan said.

This world will be completely destroyed, or...

continue on in their own way.

Thus, he believed it was not accurate to call these beings mere illusions; every person they encountered on the way was genuinely created by Kaisaros.

Their thoughts wouldn't cease with Kaisaros's disappearance, unless physically destroyed.

So, he spoke to the puppet-like beings about life after the war.

If the world were to continue endlessly, each one of them would become a creator of history, forging a new and distinct history in this unfamiliar world.

This time, Lindong observed more carefully.

She had never considered these matters, nor cared about anyone in this world.

This was Kaisaros's game, and every person they met was merely a prop to keep the game going, so she described them as illusions, materials for visual effect.

Therefore, she felt no guilt in breaking these illusions.

As this life was created from its inception to embrace death.

And this was what Ethan would do.

Choosing tailors and farmers from among the illusions.

However...

That might also be why she enjoyed staying by Ethan's side.

She always saw this world unfold in directions unknown to her, even those civilizations destined for "death."

Regarding the future of the Empire, Ethan had a different perspective than the false Kadela.

As Ethan said, once they left this time, the world wouldn't restart.

She noticed the lingering glow of the sunset, adding warmth to the season.

After some time, a familiar figure returned from the direction of the light.

His face was stained black, resembling some unknown rune.

With every step towards them, fate approached.

Kane was back.

Yet, he seemed like a changed person.

Complex and intense emotions surged in his gaze, and Ethan awaited the return of his old friend, unable to say if Kane had succeeded at that moment.

Kane carried a broken spear, seemingly after a fierce confrontation.

He even saw a hint of regret in Kane's eyes.

Kaisaros, or Kane.

It won't be long before he knows the answer.

Ethan waited for Kane to enter, the heavy footsteps drawing nearer until they stopped behind him.

Fate beckoned him.

"Old Sen."

Accompanied by the sunset, Kane took a deep breath.

At that moment, Ethan saw the darkness on Kane's face.

It seemed not to be the runes of the Old Gods, but purely stained by something dirty.

Kane, overwhelmed with sadness, couldn't help but express his tumultuous feelings upon seeing Ethan.

It was a desperate outcry.

—"Old Sen, my spear exploded! Old Sen!"

The unexpected had still happened.

He,

failed to strengthen.

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