Tir ná Lia.
This was the royal city of the Wild Hunt. Nestled amid lush mountains and clear waters, it was magnificent and grand, yet carried the noble elegance unique to elves.
"Yo, this city's built pretty well."
Fang Zheng stood on the hillside with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the city before him with a sigh.
"What exactly are you trying to do?!"
Eredin glared viciously at Fang Zheng and demanded an answer.
Hearing Eredin's question, Fang Zheng merely glanced at him.
"Simple. Completely destroy this world, including all of you. After all these years of freely crossing between worlds and doing whatever you pleased, I imagine you've had enough fun... Of course, whether you have or not has nothing to do with me. You're all going to die anyway."
"Mr. Fang Zheng, are you really going to do this?"
Ciri interjected, unable to bear it.
"Haven't you already stripped them of their power? Isn't that punishment enough...?"
"Of course not, Miss Ciri."
Fang Zheng chuckled and looked at Ciri.
"Put it this way. If a group of bandits used stolen weapons to rob, murder, and plunder everywhere, would you simply confiscate their weapons after catching them and call it a day?"
"No, but..."
"Enough. There's no point saying any of this now."
Fang Zheng waved a hand.
"I'm only here to deal with this trouble. I made my decision, then came here to carry it out. It's that simple. What the Wild Hunt thinks is irrelevant. Maybe you'll argue that they have elderly people and children too, but no matter what you say, you can't deny one thing: the prosperity of their race was built upon widespread slaughter and persecution of the native races, as well as trampling orderly civilizations underfoot..."
That was also why