[All things shall die. All things are remembered. All things will revive. All things will return]
[After the pitch-black night, dawn will inevitably arrive... The only thing more void and terrifying than annihilation is the lingering twilight before it, desperately stretching. If the Terra civilization falls to this point, then it shall be by human hands to open the door of darkness, to endure the long night, and to await the dawn's arrival]
This sentence was entirely incomprehensible to Yisen Gard, filled with too many metaphors and implications. He resolved in his heart that if he ever got the chance to see Ian, he must relay all these riddles to him.
—Ian is so clever; he must like riddles, speak in riddles, and be able to solve riddles!
"...Are you still alive?"
Pressing down slightly on his pounding heart, Yisen Gard, after a moment of silent contemplation with eyes closed, hesitantly spoke: "Will you resurrect?"
