The Eternal Thinker's voice fell silent.
Shadow was immediately stunned, unable to believe it. "N-No need? Why?"
"My Lord, you are the first contradictory Kindling. You possess the greatest power in the world and have seen through the mysteries of every epoch and era. You are the one most suited to burn, the one most qualified to bring about a new world—"
Shadow spoke rapidly, his tone desperate.
Yet the Eternal Thinker's expression did not change in the slightest. He remained indifferent.
Still, facing this former subordinate, he cast a brief glance at him.
"My mission does not lie in this."
"So stop everything you are doing."
The Eternal Thinker seemed not to care about anything.
Upon hearing this, Shadow was struck as though by lightning. He stood frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening before him.
After saying this, the Eternal Thinker ignored the distraught Shadow and turned his gaze toward the players nearby.
Yuanfang, Li Miao, and the others thought He was about to say something.
But to their surprise, the Eternal Thinker merely looked at them quietly—or perhaps through their bodies, at some deeper mystery.
He seemed to ponder for a while before quietly withdrawing His gaze.
Then, He raised His head and looked toward the endless sky.
The next moment, the body He inhabited began to collapse and crack apart. Before long, it became a pile of rubble scattered across the ground, while His will and self vanished to some unknown place.
He did not say a single word.
"No—"
"My Lord—Master—"
Watching this unfold, Shadow could not suppress the grief in his heart. The Shadows of Deception, Leti, who had come with him, found it just as unbearable.
Some of the devout even ignited the flames of suicide, allowing their bodies to disperse