"Hmph..."
As he watched the Magic Coffin about to close,
Abel Leshar, trapped inside it, merely revealed a disdainful smile.
He mocked Adam, who was likewise nailed to the tree and unable to break free on his own:
"So what if you trap me?"
"You no longer have any help."
"No one can release you."
"And the rest of my forces are steadily arriving from afar."
"Once those forces arrive safely, I will inevitably be unsealed, while you will remain nailed to that Twin Sages Tree for all eternity, never to be freed..."
In response,
Adam, nailed to the Twin Sages Tree, displayed no particular reaction.
He merely bathed calmly in the flames.
Indifferently accepting the other's burning.
Then,
with a trace of sorrow on his face, he looked around at the holy city that had already become complete ruins.
As the creator of this place,
his feelings toward it were beyond doubt.
Thus,
witnessing its utterly ruined state naturally caused him immense pain.
Only after quite a while
did he let out a melancholy sigh:
"...Destiny... truly cannot be defied..."
The Apocalypse he had seen back then had looked like this.
And now, the sight before him still looked the same.
Though he had made so many efforts,
the outcome had not changed in the slightest.
It was as if destiny were a peculiar river.
No matter how its course and tributaries changed along the way,
all its waters would ultimately converge at that unchanging destination...
This cruel reality
left his heart filled with complicated emotions.
Especially after thinking of what had happened to his descendant,
he could not help but wonder.
Had he personally set everything into motion,
or were all things inevitable, bound to happen as they should regardless of whether he intervened?
Then,
unable to find