"Why?" Minis couldn't help but say.
He had just seen the praises of those young, passionate heroic companions, the Sages of a fearless era.
And now, upon his return, they spoke of their former comrades who had overthrown the Light Ancient God—some might have sordid, dark sides, or betrayals?
These two seemed like beautiful ideals and dark reality, and the feeling of disconnection was too strong.
"The future holds infinite possibilities!"
Atabia's voice was incredibly calm, depicting a bloody truth to Minis.
He lowered his head, looking at the resplendently dispersing Long River of Time, expressionless:
"As I traverse the future, is it really just to guard against young heroes of the future?"
"It could also be against these future Celestial Venerables!"
"The future of a person may have countless changes in character."
"To exaggerate, maybe in some timeline of the future, a Celestial Venerable suddenly faces certain stimuli and begins harboring treacherous intentions."
