"At that time, I had never truly empathized with Aisha's thoughts. Under the iron cavalry of eternal night, her familiar homeland was successively falling, covered by the pitch-black dark iron curtain, and everything she loved was reduced to ashes.
Aisha didn't care about any political stance, nor did she care who was ruling the kingdom or the territory. She just hated us, hated us eternal Night Race beings. We possessed enviably long lifespans, yet we used this infinite time for nothing but sacrilege."
At this point, Serey couldn't help but recall Aisha's rebuke, repeating it aloud.
"No production, no artistic creation, and without any existential meaning... Perhaps the Night Race has a purpose for existing, and that purpose is the survival and reproduction closest to the biological primitive instinct; other than that, we are worthless, like a group of wantonly multiplying cancer cells."
