The War God has fallen.
The Lord stood on the balcony, watching the massive form of the War God being subdued by the evil and barbaric figure, as if he had lost all strength and slumped to the ground.
In his ears came the sound of burning wood, the lamentations of his kind, and the shrieks of the Insect Swarm.
We made a wrong choice.
The Lord thought.
It was roused by Morris's strong speech, believing this to be the Spirit race's destiny. They had no other path, only by self-sacrifice, awakening the Shinigami, could they end the Spirit race's curse and suffering that had spread for countless millennia. But really, is this what it wanted?
The Lord lowered his head, all he could feel now was endless pain and sorrow. Their faith, their guiding light, had fallen. So, could they really complete their mission?
No, you cannot.
A gentle voice appeared at the Lord's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
The fate of the Spirit race has long been sealed, why not try to accept it all?
