As his life slowly faded, the Ancient Mine Race found that he had also, unknowingly, drifted toward extremism.
'Descendants with perfect personalities?'
He looked at this generation of descendants, lost in revelry and blind optimism about the future, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.
He sought out the purple, gauze-like creature again and confessed everything he had done.
The purple, gauze-like creature didn't find his reckless meddling with the emotional ratios to be particularly shocking.
"I've done the same thing," the purple, gauze-like creature said, comforting him with a smile. "You should have come and asked me sooner."
"I learned that ratio from humans. The emotions influence and restrain one another, creating different personalities. Tampering with it recklessly will only lead to unforeseen consequences."
