After Rosetta finally left as well, Gawain was the only figure remaining in the pure white flower field. He stood quietly beside the round table, letting the breeze pass by him as he watched the unknown little white flowers at his feet sway gently in the wind. As his thoughts rose and fell, a figure gradually appeared above the sea of flowers not far away.
It was Beltira, dressed in a long green gown.
As the creator and administrator of this Encrypted Space, Beltira had attended all the meetings Gawain had held in this sea of flowers, but she rarely appeared in person. She would only occasionally show herself after a meeting ended, such as now.
"Your concerns weigh heavily on you." Within this network space, Beltira had returned to the form she had possessed when she was still human. She strolled to the seat across from Gawain and met his gaze over the round table. "Are you thinking about your 'final measure'?"
"You know what my 'final measure' is." Gawain looked at Beltira. "On the eve of the Tarash Campaign, I told you about that 'backup plan.'"
"Yes—because at the time, I was transferring most of my consciousness into derivative limbs near the Tarash Plains. You told me some of your 'little secrets' so that I would know how to respond and protect myself if matters became urgent." Beltira nodded gently. "You can drop part of the Voyager Legacy's space facilities from orbit, unleashing devastating shockwaves and energy detonations upon the earth. Their power would be enough to kill even the Dragon God at the height of his strength. This is your final measure against a divine calamity."
As she spoke, she frowned slightly. "It is indeed a plan with an enormous cost. If the Final Defiance truly occurs,