"They should have had a dignified death, but now they've died in a merciless disaster, becoming floating corpses in the sea, tossed about without a shred of dignity…"
The balloon was special, but it was still a sponge creature, and it possessed the same moral code.
"Death should be glorious, beautiful, not like this."
Those creatures should not have met such an ugly end.
But the root of it all was it.
It had stirred the hostility of the waves, wreaking devastation across the entire Volcano Plain. All of this was because of its ignorance of its own power.
"Back then, I didn't have the mental fortitude to bear this power," the balloon said to Mo Ling, filled with self-blame.
"A sin committed unintentionally is still a sin. After that, I decided to face my power head-on and explore the essence of hostility, right up until now…"
The balloon raised a sponge thread and hooked a strand in front of it.
