"It's what you wanted!", the man standing at the mouth of the cave suddenly raised his voice, but then immediately lowered it again. "...But in reality, Lóni's research was successful. In fact, the problem was so simple that even I could solve it—he doesn't need to figure out how to bind the energy after the explosion and shoot it at the enemy. He just needs to fire the bomb directly and let it explode next to the enemy."
"The Dwarf now truly possess a weapon that can destroy the world."
"Your and Think's worries have become a reality at an unexpected time."
In the face of this fact that no longer needed speculation or doubt, the underground cave fell into a deathly silence for a while.
"...That won't happen," the voice sounded again after a long time. "...The God of War is still here... The Dwarf won't go that far..."
"The general situation of the Dwarf alliance and the Elf alliance subtly uniting to resist the God of War's camp will not change. It will just be a matter of adjusting the distance between them."
"Can those Flügel whose minds are filled with nothing but war and slaughter understand this?"
"They just don't want to do it, it's not that they can't think of it. Don't worry... they will maintain the overall balance."
The brief conversation came to an abrupt halt here again. In reality, both the man standing at the mouth of the cave and the voice responding from inside knew that what they really wanted to say was not this. They were just moving the topic around as if they couldn't open their mouths.
"...They died... Lenny, and Credo..."
Finally, the man in the cloak standing at the mouth of the cave spoke in a low voice. However, his words were immediately followed by an incredibly firm voice, as if the answer had already been brewed in his throat, just waiting for this moment.
"They are not dead."
He repeated with certainty.
"...They are not dead... They are right beside me..."
"...They are right here..."
Whispering like a spell, this time, the man standing at the mouth of the cave said nothing more. He just quietly gazed at the darkness in front of him.
After an unknown amount of time, he turned and left.
In this great war, there were perhaps only two untouched lands without war—the place where the Lunatic and their Old Deus lived, who had fled to the moon a long time ago, and the area where the Siren lived and played in the deepest parts of the ocean.
The former was because they had already withdrawn from the great war, so no one bothered them. The latter had absolutely no desire for victory or defeat in the great war, and the seabed was not an environment that other races liked. To be honest, these mermaids lived incredibly happy lives every day.
Play, eat, enjoy, work.
The word "work" actually appeared at the end of the Siren's daily life. If other races, who always considered the Siren to be synonymous with stupidity, were to know this, they would probably be so shocked that their eyeballs would fall out.
But this was the most truthful life of the Siren now.
A long, long time ago, in a very deep part of the ocean, there was a magnificent castle where six mermaid princesses lived—besides the number of six mermaid princesses, the fairy tale that Su'er had once told now had the appearance of becoming a reality. It was even more full of fantasy than in the story.
If Jibril were to return to this Siren city again, she would absolutely not be able to match the dilapidated appearance it once had with its current appearance.
It was expanded by more than just one circle. It was not only expanded outwards, but also upwards. It had become a three-dimensional city that existed in the water, with water currents as its foundation.
Oceande, the name that Su'er had fantasized about the first time he heard it, finally had a physical form that matched its name. This Siren capital was now built with countless seabed stones and corals to create a magnificent and vast landscape. It was so luxurious that every stone wall was embedded with shining pearls, which reflected a beautiful luster when the luminous jellyfish slowly swam through the various corners of the city.
The thinned corals and seashells were delicately decorated in every tiny corner, making every detail perfect and creating the most vivid and beautiful colors.
The unique nature of the seabed also gave this new city a magical touch. There were buildings that extended upwards like clouds, with only a small number of roots connecting to the ground. The existence of buoyancy in the seawater allowed for the creation of countless complex arches and inverted conical buildings that were impossible to build on land. It was a true manifestation of imagination in the real world.
It was not only the most common color in the ocean, blue. Countless luminous jellyfish and luminous seaweed attached to the walls decorated everything in this city, illuminating this deepest and darkest part of the seabed into the most beautiful fairyland.
Even the most indifferent and heartless person would be fascinated by this city, and those who personally participated in the city's construction would feel an even greater sense of accomplishment and satisfaction—especially since it took so much effort and persuasion to make those idiots understand how to do it. This feeling became even stronger.
"...Riku, you cried..."
"Who cried... Don't talk nonsense," Feeling his sleeve being tugged, Riku couldn't help but turn around and wipe the corner of his eye, immediately refuting her.
She was still as timid as before, but to this day, Riku no longer regarded this personality as a personality she had set up at his request when they first met. The current Schwi's eyes had a little more liveliness than in the past. If one were to disregard the obvious machinery on her body that she no longer concealed, her every word and action already looked no different from an ordinary human.
She liked following Riku, liked watching Riku work, and liked sitting and spacing out with Nonna when Riku was sleeping... She liked so many things. She even liked the fact that Riku was clearly so touched that he was secretly shedding tears but was stubbornly refuting it.
Riku knew all of this, and there were many more things he wanted to know that Schwi had never told him.
Time had already left scars on this man. In a few years, Riku seemed to have grown taller by one or two centimeters. His white hair was now neatly tied behind his head. Although it was a bit hard to imagine on a man in his thirties, in a previous session of drying each other off after a bath, Schwi found a few wrinkles of aging on this man's forehead and around his eyes.
Having shed the unavoidable naivete and childishness of his youth, the current Riku was completely a mature man. Although his cleanly shaven beard made him look a bit younger, no one who saw him now could candidly call him a young man.