After its great vengeance was finally repaid, the Crimson Thorn departed.
All the love and hate it had borne upon itself had already faded away completely; debts and grudges were all gone.
For this world, it left nothing behind.
It no longer wished to leave any trace in this world.
It asked for Herbert's full name, yet did not leave its own.
It erased every trace of its existence with its own hands, refused to linger here even a moment longer, and rushed toward death without the slightest hesitation.
But perhaps, at the very end, it still held a faint expectation for this world.
And so, the Crimson Thorn nevertheless left behind a single seed, entrusting it to that merciful being who had saved it.
As if it wanted to prove that it had once existed.
Erase the past, leave the future.
Being able to do that was enough; it embraced death in peace.
As for the future of that seed, it did not care.
No matter how it might be treated, the Crimson Thorn had no opinion.
