The jar of Soul Fire was once again filled with those brilliant things that gave off specks of starlight.
She was pulled into that mysterious space once again.
Beneath her feet was a circular point of light, the choice she had made last time, [Silent Traveler].
Not far behind her was the starting point from which she had set out. The path still shone, while the two paths to her left, leading to [Warfire and Lament] and [Sad Comedy], had dimmed, and the words floating above them had turned grayish white.
This time, three paths appeared before her again.
[For Whom the Bell Tolls], [Busy, Tranquil Dusk], [The Deaf-and-Dumb Idealist].
The choices were growing increasingly ambiguous.
Perhaps she had already formed a preconception, as she easily connected the tolling bell with a war of invasion, while the busy, tranquil dusk was a picture of a successful counter-invasion.
They could still fit a War Skill focused on damage and attacks, and a World Skill focused on defense and protection.
Only the third choice was different. If [Silent Traveler] had merely been a neutral term before, this time there was more or less a hint of mockery.
It was as if it were mocking her for both rejecting and opposing invasion, yet fearing a counter-invasion with no end in sight.
Then what do you want? You deaf-and-dumb idealist.
Yes, what did she want?
Who could stay out of this catastrophe?
Forest Sea and Oak Owl, Snow Village and Moon Fox, Lighthouse and Fragrant Branch, No Light and Candle Barbarian, Mountain Isle and Shark Forest, Ton-Ton and Wind Sickle, Zichuan and Yuguo, Midsummer and Celestial Phenomenon...
Whether they hated war or were grateful for it, everyone was being pushed forward by the Invasion Sequence.
All living beings were innocent, yet none were innocent