Ash listened, his blood surging. The strongest five Mages in history joining forces and fighting side by side—this wasn't just the first time, it was probably also the last.
Before such an unprecedented spectacle, who wouldn't be moved?
He even thought that once he went back, he'd extract this memory and show it to the Sword Maiden and the others; as Mages, missing this scene would be far too much of a pity—
"But in the end, it's just a firework show. A futile one."
Death Mad looked at the eight-winged creature that could be broken but not toppled, deep fatigue flashing through her eyes. "It's like this every time. Every time, the last light of civilization will flare up, but after that brilliance burns out…"
"Comes a long, endless night."
