"We've had it a bit too easy on our journey here. So much so that many have forgotten that war is no child's play. From the very beginning, there has never been an optimal solution for a perfect, flawless victory. Without sacrifice, there can be no victory."
He turned, looking out at the dark and bleak night sky through the window.
Only the silhouette of his long, black-bottomed, red-cloud-patterned robe fluttered in the evening breeze.
"But... aren't you afraid of death?" Gawain couldn't help but blurt out.
However, the response he received was still that same indistinct, hazy voice.
"Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid. Even an ant clings to life, let alone someone like me."
Shiayar paused for a moment.
"It's just—before the dawn arrives, someone must cast a little light upon the Darkness. Some things simply transcend others in importance."
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