Records of Far-Sea Exploration

That feeling of having nowhere left to go.

Gawain said nothing for a moment.

But he could more or less understand what Selena meant. He could understand the state of mind of those priests who had survived the Great Impact seven hundred years ago, struggling beneath the shadow of madness and mutation, their spiritual foundations utterly shattered, unable even to return to the Civilized World.

Just as in the final moment before his transmigration, when the plane had gradually come apart; just as when he had come to this world and been trapped in the sky for countless years from the perspective of a satellite. Under such circumstances, if anyone offered even the faintest hope, even without promises or proof, he would have been unable to stop himself from being tempted, just as a drowning man instinctively grasped at a straw drifting nearby.

What was more, those priests and believers had also endured the dual contamination and torment of mind and soul. Their judgment and willpower had already fallen to their lowest point.

Gawain Cecil, who had returned from Ancestor's Peak claiming to have found a way out and willing to offer aid, had been that final straw to them.

The turmoil in his heart ultimately became nothing more than an unspoken sigh. Gawain nodded. "I can understand the choice you made back then."

At the same time, he had guessed the truth behind the "insight" Gawain Cecil had suddenly displayed seven hundred years ago, which Selena had mentioned—

It was clearly connected to the surveillance satellites in the sky!

This meant that even if he did not know what Gawain Cecil had discovered on Ancestor's Peak, he could roughly infer that it had to be related to the satellite array in the heavens.

Lost in thought, Gawain looked into