```htmlChapter 122 The Wager of the World

Chapter 1030 The Wager of the World
“The moment of decision...”
Saizong savored the uncertain word, his gaze narrowing on the golden mask of Leviathan. In that pure golden sheen, Saizong could see the cruel reflection of himself.```
"Oh, is that so?"
Saizong's gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of the spacesuit, effortlessly peering into the essence of Leviathan, that viscous, sinister, dark essence.
```htmlThe nature of chaos.
Saizong asked, "Did you do all this just for these elusive possibilities?"
"No matter how slim the odds are, you still have to give it a try," Leviathan leaned against the wall, indifferent, "If you're not even willing to try, what's the difference between that and admitting defeat outright."```
```htmlSai Zong is full of anticipation, saying, "I hope I have the opportunity to witness that scene."
Leviathan gave an affirmative promise, "Definitely, after all, at that final decision, all devils should be present."```
There was a relieved smile on Saizong's face, but soon it was tinged with a hint of bitterness. Looking at the door in front of him, an inexplicable emotion surged within him. He wanted to move forward, but every muscle, bone, and instinct in his body resisted.
```htmlSai Zong... no, the Sin of Wrath - Samuel, he bears the lofty cost after fear steps through the door.
It's not a drive akin to original sin, but rather the logic buried deepest in all consciousness, the instinct of survival.```
"I will do it,"
Suddenly, Leviathan spoke, "After you defeat the Night King, I will personally kill you, take away the authority you carry, and strip away Samuel's power as well."
```htmlHe heartlessly declared his evil plan, unfolding the cruel grand blueprint before Saizong's eyes.
"You and your master, you will be the first players to be eliminated in this great conflict, and then it will be that proud morning star, I will find a way to dim it forever, and then one blood kin after another..."```
```htmlLeviathan slowly unveiled the golden mask, and in the murky darkness, a perpetually youthful face emerged, locking eyes with Saison.
"In that not-so-distant future, in the moment of that great decision, I will seize all familial authority and emerge as the sole victor."```
```htmlThis horrifying language, Saizong had heard countless times already, so he didn't feel much surprise, just continued with Leviathan's words.
“It was also at that time that both my master and I would attain eternal peace.”```
```htmlTranquility.
After enduring the long years, Sai Zong finally realized that as long as the devil's authority still exists, as long as this great turmoil has not ended, then the so-called tranquility will never descend. All he could obtain with all his might was just a brief silence akin to a nap.```
```htmlYes, that's how devils are, hating and attacking each other, yet fearing one being dominant. They possess god-like powers, yet they are trapped in this never-ending cycle of hell.```
Saizong was tired, and so was his master. It was a difficult choice to make, but he eventually did it.
"Hill," Saizong remembered the name of King Solomon, and he added, "Can I call you that?"
```htmlHill smiled, "Of course, Hill, Solomon King, Envy, Leviathan, names are just references to certain things, and my essence won't change with the change of names."```
```htmlSai Zong stared at Hill, staring at this great scholar, and at the same time, staring at the mysterious and unpredictable devil.
He saw that under this heavy spacesuit, what was sealed was the essence of dark chaos, two thoughts... countless thoughts entangled together, separating and condensing in the changes of chaos, and then separating again.```
```htmlLike an illusion, the chaotic darkness is like a mirror, reflecting the face of Saizong, followed by the continuous flashbacks of thousands of faces. With the residual vision, each face gradually overlaps with one another, as if a huge computer is analyzing all human facial features, deducing a human offspring that encompasses all features.```
As the screen froze, Saizong saw the appearance of the human child.
Upon seeing this face, Saizong suddenly understood everything. All the previous doubts were perfectly filled, completing Hill's plan.
Sure, here's the translation:```html"Samuel put his self-awareness into a long sleep and entrusted me with the authority to use power, so I became this appearance, a state between devil and chosen one."```
```htmlSeizong withdrew his hand. Astonished, he couldn't help but feel shocked and... expectant for Hill's crazy idea.
"And you, Hill, was it you who used such means to control the authority of envy?" Seizong exclaimed incredulously, "A wager, a pact with the devil."```
```htmlIt's not a transaction between blood contracts, nor is it a substitution between devil consciousness... Hill knows deeply that once consciousness is replaced, he will no longer be Hill, nor will he be the so-called Solomon, but will become a brand new Leviathan.```
Incarnated as a devilish heterotroph, like a puppet, still driven by the jealous original sin.
So Hill made a bet with jealousy.
A pact with the devil.
Seizong was unclear about the content of the bet between Hill and jealousy, but from his current actions, Seizong could guess a little, and for this he couldn't help but worry.
```html“Once you lose…”
“Once you lose, you lose,” Hill interrupted Zaisong, “Losing means embracing the end, letting this tormenting worldly conflict come to a complete conclusion, with all souls in the world worshipping the one Devil King, the chief of all evils.”```
```htmlXil raised his hands high, as if he really wanted to bow down to the yet non-existent leader of all evils.
Saizong said, "You are indeed a thorough tyrant, actually making choices for everyone."```
```html“Everyone? I've never considered everyone. Don't imagine me too grand, Saizong,” Hilt confessed, “My actions have never been about grand ideals like saving the world or rescuing the souls of humanity.”```
“那是什么呢？”
“复仇，向魔鬼复仇，”希尔露出笑意，“顺带拯救世界。”
赛宗摇摇头，即便知晓了这么多，他依旧不看好希尔，“遗憾的是，这场赌约的输赢并不是由你决定的。”
```htmlHill suddenly took a step forward, his voice gradually distorting, the young voice intertwining with a murky roar, as if Hill and jealousy were both speaking to Saizong at the same time.```
"But similarly, the outcome of this bet has nothing to do with jealousy itself, does it?"
This time, Sai Zhong remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he remembered what Hill had said a long time ago when he first invited him to join his plan.
```htmlFrom the beginning, Hill never had absolute certainty that he could ensure that Sai Zong would act according to his will, but he still did it. Hill's explanation for this is that he likes to gamble and is obsessed with putting all his chips on human nature.```
```htmlNow, Sai Zong can understand Hill's stubbornness and adventure to some extent.
"Goodbye."
Sai Zong no longer wastes time, nor does he cling to this place anymore. He walks into the door without looking back, and after a brief distortion, only Hill is left in the room.```
```htmlThe smile on his face faded away, replaced by an absolute chill, as Hill, with his cumbersome gait, sat upon the throne of swords piled by Saizong.
It was a gamble where the fate of humanity was the stake, and the outcome was decided by an ordinary soul.```
Hill sat up straight, his gaze seemingly piercing through the door, landing on the battlefield of that eternal night.
Just as Hill was about to fully immerse himself in this grandiose mood of impending storm, a series of strange sounds caught his attention. Looking towards the darkness to the side, he saw a wheelchair slowly moving, with a shriveled old man sitting on it, looking barely recognizable.
```htmlHill didn't know his name, but he remembered the nickname they had for him in the Immortals Club.
Hill paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. One second it was all tense and unpredictable, and the next second it was this absurd scene. Perhaps life is just filled with black humor like this.```
```html"How come, old man, you want to join the revelry too?"
The old man didn't respond. Many years ago, he lost the ability to speak. His withered hands, moving at an imperceptibly slow pace, struggled to manipulate the wheels. It was unclear how long it took him to push himself here.```
Hill sighed deeply, sweeping away all the affected emotions in his heart. He was like a friendly passerby, pushing the wheelchair of the old man towards the hell behind the door.
……
Roar, blood, death, and resurrection.
With the intervention of the Undying Legion, the majestic Aether gathers in the Butcher's Pit, and as the concentration of Aether continues to rise, the reality of this area becomes increasingly fragile, to the point where signs of reality collapse have appeared at its core.
```htmlElectric arcs and sparks continued incessantly, and large chunks of ice crystals inexplicably formed on the ground, violating the laws of physics. The undead completely ignored these supernatural phenomena, either because they didn't notice them at all or because they simply didn't care.```
```htmlOn the edge of the butcher's pit, on the raised petal-like stones, after the undead had relieved the pressure of the battlefield, Belorgo and his companions found themselves with some leisure.
In fact, Belorgo and the others wanted to join the torrent of slaughter, but after observing from a distance, they found that the fighting style of the undead was extremely wild. Except for Belorgo, who was also undead and able to withstand such intensity, the others simply couldn't hold out for long.```
Xinda saw such a spectacle for the first time and exclaimed repeatedly, "It's crazy, aren't they afraid of getting hurt?"
The undead have been deprived of combat for too long. He fully immersed himself in this frenzy, tearing apart the bodies of enemies or being torn apart himself. The pain of swords and blades cutting into their bodies excited them to the point of tears.
瑟雷开口道，“他们可是不死者啊，连死都不怕，又怎么会怕受伤呢？”
战场宛如绞肉机般，各种猩红的汁液飞溅。
Xinda's face turned pale, "So what's the deal with that maniacal laughter?"
"Although I hate to admit it, many undead have such peculiarities," Seray's expression was somewhat awkward, "a masochistic tendency. They become obsessed with pain, as if only through tangible bodily reactions can they, who are otherwise numb, truly realize they are alive in the truest sense."
```htmlXinda didn't know how to evaluate it, so he could only frown and look down on it all.
"So, then," Palmer scrutinized Selei suspiciously, "do you have a masochistic tendency?"
"No, absolutely not," Selei asserted firmly, "my only vice is alcoholism."```
言谈间，玻璃的碎裂声变得越发清晰、响亮，屠夫之坑的核心处已经完全坍塌成了一片光耀的灰白，海量的以太影响下，物质界已经与以太界发生了重迭，并依托着现实的扭曲，夜王所塑造的黑暗虚无也越发壮大了起来。
```htmlThe turbid darkness soared high like a colossal writhing that devoured all light. Many undead disappeared into the darkness, only for many more to charge toward it in frenzy, allowing themselves to be slashed and unleashing power, yet unable to affect the dark void in the slightest.```
```htmlBorgo speculated that it was a force of annihilation, ruthless enough to obliterate all quantifiable, cognitive forces.
Bloodsuckers and lunatics rolled in the tide of the undead, and a few vampires were chopped into minced meat at the moment of contact. In the frenzied battlefield, Borgo saw a tall figure wielding a thick club, smashing figures into bloody pulp.```
"Wait a moment, what's that."
Borog noticed the stout stick-like appearance, although it was somewhat unclear, its silhouette overlapped with some presence in Borog's memory.
短暂的回忆后，伯洛戈失声喊道。
“Scott!”
帕尔默皱眉，“斯科特，那是谁？”
瑟雷惊讶地挤了过来，顺着伯洛戈的视线看去，“啊？斯科特，是我认识的那个斯科特吗？”
```html"Apart from that Scott, who else could there be?"
Borogo rarely shows this frantic look, but the surprises brought by these undead are too much for him, simply terrifying.```
Scott. This is another permanent member of the Immortals Club besides Serena and others. His immortality is very special, more like a curse than a blessing.
```htmlFrom the story told by Serei, and the information obtained from Belfing, it can be known that Scott is a famous adventurer. He explored many unknown worlds and had a significant impact on the whole world.```
But as time passed, Scott also inevitably aged, so Scott wished to Bellfang to gain immortality. Bellfang granted his wish and turned his body into an eternal statue, no longer affected by the passage of time. Similarly, Scott was forever imprisoned in stone, silently screaming in despair.
```htmlThoreau once doubted Scott's story was fake, thinking he was just a stone statue moved to decorate, but now he has also joined in the revelry—albeit in the passive way of being wielded as a weapon by others.```
薇儿大叫道，“斯科特好猛啊！”
只见在不死者的手中，斯科特宛如一道漆黑的旋风，坚固的身体一口气撞碎了数个头颅，鲜血浸润，泛着鲜红的色泽。
不死者挺身大吼，他喜欢斯科特这件趁手的武器，沉重又坚固，简直完美极了，可不等他高兴几分，可怖的啸叫声响起，音浪扩散，在不死者群中震开了一片空地。
```htmlCarol, covered in blood, emerged. Now, she was all wounds, with her arm hanging limp, and her immortal armor riddled with cracks, on the verge of breaking.
Carol lunged straight towards the undead, a terrifying sonic wave trailing her. The undead positioned themselves in front of Scott, but their defense seemed too fragile in the face of the wrath of the Glorybearer.```
```htmlAfter a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the body of the undead shattered inch by inch into fine blood foam, bones exposed, then shattered into thousands of pieces. Scott, on the other hand, stood solid as a statue in front of him, impervious to Carol's deadly blow, not even leaving a scratch on its substantial surface.```
```htmlAs the crowd watched the undead fall, Scott stood frozen like a tombstone, only to be lifted by another undead seconds later, as a heavy hammer smashed Carol's half-body.```
Vivian sighed softly, "Looking at it this way, Scott's immortality is quite impressive..."
Bologomo nodded silently, never expecting he would witness it in this manner.
As several people leisurely watched the battle, the bloodshed continued unabated. Countless bloodthirsty beings and Nightclan surged into the Butcher's Pit. With the intensification of the conflict, many high-ranking members of the Nightclan also appeared on the battlefield. At the same time, darkness and emptiness continued to expand further. At this moment, even if Borog wanted to join the fight, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment.
Suddenly, the core of the Butcher's Pit collapsed abruptly, where too much ether had condensed, finally breaking the limit at this moment.
Borogo warned, "Be careful! The overlapping is beginning here!"
```htmlJust as the words fell, the overlapping area within the Butcher's Abyss expanded further, and many undead were swallowed into it, falling into the ethereal realm to continue the battle. Under this influence, the darkness and void surged once again.```
```htmlThe dazzling cluster of light is like a slow explosion, it is steadily and slowly engulfing the material world step by step, until all things disappear in that pure light.```
At this moment, Borogo couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It should be noted that the region where the Land of Eternal Night is located is already an existing etheric vortex point. Now, another etheric vortex point is being born under the call of the undead, and the merging of the two is enough to drag the entire royal city into the etheric realm.
```htmlBarlog is not worried about fighting in the etheric realm; what he is worried about is that once he falls into the etheric realm, the power of the Night King will also break through the restrictions of oaths and shackles and be completely liberated.```
```htmlThis world is filled with evil and darkness.
From beginning to end, Berugo never faced the fully formed Night King. He was only chased to this extent by the power leaked from him, not to mention the arrogant Morning Star has never shown up.```
What should I do?
```htmlIn order to prevent the overlap of the two realms, it is necessary to disperse this accumulated ether. In other words, Borghol needs to disband this immortal legion. However, once the immortal legion leaves, the situation of the war will once again be controlled by the rebellious royal court.```
```htmlBolgo looked solemn, saying, "Caught in a dead end..."
Just as Bolgo's worried expression persisted, the might of several strands of glory surged from the sky. Raising his head, at the other end of the dark iron curtain, a storm advancing like a giant gradually broke through the shroud of clouds. Though much diminished by the natural barrier of the angry sea, the form of that airflow could still be discerned.```
```htmlIn the midst of the dark clouds, the champions are constantly battling, with figures like Vorn, Holt, and others locked in combat with the regent.
Unlike these old folks, they are the real, actively fighting champions, their etheric reactions causing havoc, fueling the overlap of the two realms.```
Bologo's heart sank completely. He realized that he had no ability to stop the invasion of the etheric realm. Looking towards the Butcher's Pit again, it had ironically become the main battlefield under the surprise attack of the undead army, where all sorts of creatures cheered and rejoiced.
```htmlA eerie buzzing resounded in Borogo's ears, as the light orb before him, supported by a vast amount of ether, further bridged the gap between reality and illusion.
"Fall back!"
Borogo shouted loudly, commanding the giant stone petals beneath him to shift outward.```
```htmlAt the same moment, reality seemed to shatter, familiar scenes distorted and warped, as an unfathomable force surged from unknown dimensions.
Amidst the bloody battlefield, another eerie presence pervaded, arcs of electricity flickering in the air like meteors in the night sky, frost rising from the ground as if the dead world were awakening, covering everything, a hurricane roaring forth, its sound akin to the howls of hell, tearing apart the order of the world.```
```htmlBorogo leads the crowd, avoiding the expansion of the light group, while the undead do not give way at all. They are endowed with eternal life, and no matter how deadly the environment, it has little effect on them. They only focus on the slaughter before them, sacrificing blood and flesh.```
Under the overlap, space is no longer static, it is fluctuating, as if it were a wriggling skin, sometimes bulging, sometimes concave, those seemingly unbreakable objects, in front of it like fragile grains of sand, ruins, corpses, and even the earth, are deformed and twisted by its action, and then turned into nothingness.
```htmlThe radiant light casts the monstrous shadows into a sinister blackness. Among the fallen bodies, the plague of flesh has been fully nurtured, erupting into the supernatural catastrophe known as the Eternal Blight. The broken Bloodwebbers breathe in the brown spores, rising once again.```
```htmlEther soars, stirring up the heavens and earth.
The sky seems to turn into a vast scroll, constantly changing images, with darkness and light intertwining. Strange textures emerge in the clouds, resembling some mysterious runes or totems of unknown creatures. Ether scatters into countless stars wandering in the sky like specters in the night sky, emitting a chilling light.```
```htmlThe halo continuously rises, like waves, even the towering giant is gradually submerged by it, but on the crumbling ruins held up by it, the standard-bearer still stubbornly shakes the flag, and the dwarf blows a sharp trumpet.```
```htmlBefore the overlap point could spread further, Bergog successfully led everyone to a safe area. Looking back at the Butcher's Pit, the expansion of the overlap point had been somewhat contained, but the overlap between the material world and the etheric realm was irreversible.```
屠夫之坑外的周边区域全部受到了重迭的影响，整个王城的现实都在不受控制地滑向以太界，在这灾难之中，黑暗虚无缓缓升腾，经由以太的增幅与现实的失控，夜王的力量正一点点挣脱牢笼。
```html"New problem, damn Night King, how do we solve it again?"
Borogo swung his sword and severed the head of a bloodthirster. They had already attracted the attention of these monsters in their current location. The Aether amplified everyone, even enhancing the blood plague within the bloodthirsters, causing the overflowing blood to writhe madly in the air.```
```html"I'm not sure, but let's take care of these guys first!"
Xinda kept pulling the trigger, and with each shot, she could shatter a skull. But as the spread of the Supernatural Catastrophe · Eternal Decay expanded, her killings became futile.```
Burlog looked at Seray, hoping that this Lord of the Night Clan could offer some solution, while he stood beside Olivia, looking solemnly at the spreading darkness.
Therrien spoke, "He is recovering."
With the collapse of reality, a vast and heavy curtain of darkness is rapidly spreading around, cascading like a waterfall from unseen steps.
In this dark wave, all the voices are swallowed up, and only silence pervades.
The noisy noise of the orchestra quickly disappeared, replaced by an incredibly oppressive, suffocating silence, which is more unsettling than any noise, just as Burrog and others have faced before.
```htmlSerei suddenly said, "Maybe this is the difference between Elsa and me."
Bolgo looked at Serei in confusion, not understanding why he was saying such nonsense at this moment. Ignoring Bolgo completely, Serei continued, "I am naturally immortal, whereas she is not. From the beginning, my life has transcended the bounds of death, unlike Elsa."```
Sealey seemed to be comforting himself, his eyes shining, "Yes, for me, not dying is a normal thing, I have become accustomed to this state, and may even be a bit numb."
```htmlBut Elsa is different. She was originally an ordinary person, harboring a deep fear of death. She may often contemplate the finiteness of life, and feel regret and helplessness about the brevity of life... That's why Elsa treasures life so much and cherishes the beauty of the world.```
Selei feels sad for her own dullness. If she had realized earlier, perhaps everything would be completely different.
Bolugo remained silent. He was too lazy to comment on Selei's thoughts. Bolugo didn't like to be trapped by the past. You should know that the past has already happened, no matter how much you torture yourself, it won't change anything. But the future is different, the future has not happened yet, you have ample opportunities to do better.
```html"Speaking of which, Olivia, it may be a bit late to say now, but I still want you to know that because of your presence, I've figured out a lot of things."
Therese shifted slightly, and a hint of a smile finally appeared on her serious face as she looked at Olivia.```
Olivia said disgustedly, "What are you talking about?"
"Just some... untimely sighs, you know? Elsa once told me, you are the gift she left me, the bond between me and the world. At first, I didn't quite understand what she meant, but now, I understand it to some extent."
```htmlSeray's tone was calm, even somewhat leisurely, like a lazy afternoon chat, in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere now.
"You are my bond, the bridge connecting me to this world. From you, I can still see traces of Elsa. You are the proof of her existence, as well as the shackles she used to bind me."```
Serena apologized, "I apologize to you on Elsa's behalf. She used you, used your presence, to control me."
Olivia's face turned pale with anger. She didn't want to discuss this, even though she had known about these things for a long time. However, these matters had never made Olivia question Elsa's love for her.
“It's just that, only in this way can an escaping immortal, be full of love and enthusiasm for this world.”
Listening to Serra's feeling, Bergo understood the meaning of Serra's words, similar things, Bergo had also experienced.
```htmlFrom start to finish, Seray had no grand goals or lofty ideals. When he betrayed the Eternal Night Empire, it was solely for Elsa's sake. Now that he has left the Immortals Club and appeared here, it is only for Olivia.```
Selei never loved this world, but when the person he loves lives in this world, Selei will reluctantly treat this world with kindness.
The sigh ended, and Selei's expression became resolute. His voice was serious, like an unrefusable command.
“I will hold back the Night King; the rest is up to you to destroy the Shadow Iron Curtain.”
After speaking, Serai extended her hand and slowly but steadily stabbed a dagger into her palm, creating a deep cut. Amidst the shocked gazes of everyone around, Serai raised her arm level, allowing her blood to flow freely.
While others hadn't yet grasped what was happening, Borogo and Olivia had already realized Selei's intentions.
"Are you sure?" Borogo asked.
"I'm sure, at least for now," Selei chuckled, then grew serious again. "So go! Before I change my mind!"
```htmlBolgo said no more, every minute and every second wasted Therry's efforts.
"Go, to the Tower of Origin!"
Bolgo grabbed Palmer, then gestured for others to follow and jumped into the sea of ​​people below fighting.```
```htmlOlivier did not immediately follow Berogo. She stood still for a long time, staring at Serre as if she were getting to know him again. This time, besides disgust, there was something else in Olivia's eyes.```
```htmlTurning into shadows, Olivia kept up with Berolgo's pace, when suddenly a sound of breaking air came. Olivia raised her hand and firmly caught the Bloodsiphon Dagger.```
```html"This thing is no longer useful to me, so I'm handing it over to you,"
Serai's voice came belatedly.
Olivia glanced back one last time at the protruding rock petal, her body dissolving into a pitch-black shadow, enveloping Berolgo and the others, swiftly maneuvering within the shadows of the battlefield.```
```htmlAs Sére watched Olivia leave, the intense emotions in his heart gradually subsided. Sére hadn't felt this way in a long time, as if he had become a good father, a hero... These words really didn't seem to fit him.```
“果然，有些事是逃不掉的啊。”
在瑟雷的喃喃自语中，他的鲜血洒入大地，又与无数死者的骨血混合在了一起，空气已经足够腥臭了，此时又加入了源自于瑟雷的血气。
```htmlLike an invisible mist, it slowly spread until it completely shrouded the Butcher's Hollow, then the entire Royal City.
After a moment, the war surged further, all the night races who smelled the blood of Serei, they all felt the same frenzy as the undead, but this frenzy did not come from the influence of the devil, but from the deep-seated hatred in their blood.```
"Sere!"
The bloodthirsty ones roared hoarsely. They had no minds to speak of and did not recognize the existence of Sere, but the hatred from their bloodline made them collectively howl out that taboo name.
"Sere!"
```htmlThe air was filled with hateful shouts that even the undead, who were addicted to slaughter, stopped to listen. As members of the Undead Club, they naturally knew about Serei's existence and background. They were confused about the current situation, thinking that the cheers were for their own people, so they joined in the shouting as well.```
"Sere!"
"Sere!"
声音山呼海啸般传来，尖锐沙哑的宛如刀剑的刮擦。
瑟雷摊开双手，带着浅浅的笑意接纳着这一切，沉寂已久的以太再度爆发，层层的鳞甲从他的衣袍下凸显，接着将那精致的布料撕裂，古旧且繁琐的不朽甲胄覆盖了瑟雷的全身，将那遥远恒久的力量再一次赋予给他。
```html"Long time no see, Father,"
Scarlet light flickered in Sere's eyes, his voice clear and loud.
The swollen darkness coalesced, and a massive shadow looked towards Sere. Within the Origin Tower, the Night King struggled to stand, the chains straightening one by one, cracking, until the endless ether completely overwhelmed the reality of this place.```
```htmlSeirē saw it, a surge of pure and absolute darkness erupting from the Tower of Origin, endless and relentless like the tides.
Once upon a time, faced with this scene, Seirē's heart was filled with fear and unease. But now, surprisingly, his mood was calm. Seirē was unsure whether he had finally become brave, or if in this jubilant battlefield, everywhere was filled with his friends, making him no longer feel alone.```
Seira only knew that the long-standing dark fate was supposed to come to an end today.
That day has finally arrived.
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