As for whether that last guy had been killed with everything they had or something else, I wasn't entirely sure.
And those gods who had barely survived—or rather, those who had transcended—faced only two options in the face of the Great Source Decline: do everything they could to repair it, or wait for death.
They were too powerful. They simply could not adapt to this ecosystem unless they were willing to lower their own divinity.
In the end, they made a decision—a third path, one that seemed utterly stupid to me.
They continuously expanded an existing stretch of space, then sealed the remaining Great Source and themselves within it.
That could indeed slow the Great Source Decline, but only slow it. Once the decline was complete, they would still die.
That space was also known as the Sea of Stars.
All in all, the stronger beings in this world were still alive. They just weren't out in the open.
And there was also someone whose fate was unknown, along with the faction he represented behind the scenes."
Type-Moon ran deep—so deep that even its original author might not know how to fill all its plot holes.
Collapse was powerful, and its civilization was advanced, but in the end, it was only a leaf on the tree.
"Is there really no way to fight?"
After hearing this, Fu Hua did not question it. She accepted the answer, but what she wanted to know more was whether fighting was possible.
"As expected of Master...
No! Comparing combat strength is completely meaningless.
This world has its own will—and by world, I don't mean the kind that refers to a planet.
...Though every planet does have its own will too."
Fu Yuan was not lying. They could not fight. It was not a matter