Li Deweidens stood firm. The momentum of an Epsilon Stage erupted without reservation; compared to the Zeta Rank's fierce and powerful temperament, bursting with the vigor of the sunrise flame, the presence of the Epsilon Stage resembled the cold, clear moonlight more closely.
Cool, quiet, but merely placed there, it was like the moon in the sky, impossible to overlook.
"...It is often not the sun that lights up the night, but the silent moonlight."
Sofia Malin raised her scythe, speaking softly,
"Five thousand years ago, Leoz was defeated, Gaia breached Haines, and the remnants of Falysia have been exiled for too long, long enough for the cosmos to forget that we were once the masters of a dazzling civilization. Society relentlessly pursued us, devoured us, forcing us to surrender completely, to be erased from history."
Frost Snow parted her messy hair, revealing a face half decayed, half radiant, gradually showing a resolute expression.
"Mortals——"
