Nubimus withdrew its aura and the filth around its body, deeply concealing them. It seemed to have no intention of fighting the people before it.
"I remember you—I once gave you guidance—have you found a way to continue?"
Nubimus had neither eyes nor expressions, but it was clearly speaking to Burton.
But before Burton could answer, it denied the possibility on its own.
"Whether we fight or not—it is too late—far too late—"
"We have already fallen into filth, seeking the most degrading means of continuation. Nothing can be changed anymore—"
Nubimus murmured in a low voice.
It did not show any obvious effect of the "filth" upon its will, but its mood was exceedingly low, like someone who had fallen to rock bottom and lost all hope in everything.
Its words echoed in everyone's minds.
Thus, Landfall and the others heard it as well.
"So you fell into filth just to continue existing? You were willing to become this filthy just to survive?"
Baka Cat could not help speaking up.
They had all witnessed Master Rongkat's fate and the Academy's miserable state. Though they could not empathize with Burton as deeply as he did, they still felt some regret over it.
Thus, he naturally had no favorable impression of Nubimus and had treated it as a potential enemy from the start.
Logically speaking, he did not possess an ability like Burton's to transmit thoughts. Restricted by the environment, Nubimus should not have been able to hear him.
But perhaps because this was Nubimus's domain, it truly heard Baka Cat's words and understood what he meant.
"This filthy?"
Nubimus gave a faintly self-mocking laugh.
"I, we, all of Miteros, naturally wanted to live cleanly. Did you think we did not?"
"If we did not accept the filth, Miteros would cease