The Green Hand fell silent.
It consoled itself. "It must be that the people beneath this starry sky have never truly seen darkness, never walked into despair."
"Once they see darkness and walk into despair, they will not think this way."
"When darkness descends, civilization will be severed, and all things will fall into silence and extinction."
"That is the true Great Terror!"
"When such Great Terror comes sweeping in, who can withstand it?"
"Watching the civilization you belong to wither away bit by bit, watching everything collapse... that truly is despair!"
"When that time comes, you will regret it. You will despair!"
At the thought of this, the Green Hand could not bear it.
It roared and struggled madly. "Only by killing them can I give them an opportunity, give them hope!"
Yet as time passed, the power it could mobilize grew less and less.
No one knew how long passed before it finally lost all ability to struggle.
Yet it was still unwilling to accept this. "It will not be long before I tear apart every seal and descend once more."
"Then, you will regret the decision you made today!"
"Then, I will have you utterly perish in despair!"
"I swear in the name of a Walker of Darkness: every living being beneath this starry sky shall utterly perish, with every shred of hope cut off."
Crack!
Crack!
One extraordinary treasure after another sealed off the final region of the great hand.
Then, everything fell quiet.
"It is over!"
A maid sighed with emotion.
"It is over!"
The aliens let out a breath of relief.
"It is over?"
Madam Shi stared at the great hand, tens of millions of miles long and now reduced to nothing but white bones, her brows tightly furrowed. "But I feel that this