After Nyx vanished, the night that had shrouded everyone's heads gradually faded into the eastern sky.
The hazy mist reappeared in their field of vision, wrapping around them. Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, Shen Qingzhu, Jialan, Jiang Er, and An Qingyu emerged from different directions within the mist and returned to Lin Qiye's side.
They stared at the heart in Lin Qiye's hand and fell silent.
They had all seen what had just happened.
"Qiye... she said Sword Saint Zhou still has a chance to return. Is that true?" Baili Pangpang asked.
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment. "Mother wouldn't lie. If she said it's true, then it's true."
Everyone's expressions eased slightly.
Only Lin Qiye continued staring at that patch of night in the east, motionless like a statue.
"What are you thinking about?" Jialan asked softly.
"I'm thinking about our team's name."
"Our name?" Hearing those words, the others all turned to look at Lin Qiye. "Have you decided?"
"Perhaps."
Lin Qiye looked toward the corner of night in the east, then lowered his gaze to the heart in his palm and slowly said:
"Our team was born from despair and came from the deepest darkness. Along the way, we have gained things, and we have lost things.
"Our existence is not for merit, nor for honor... only so that wherever our eyes can see and our ears can hear, there will be no disasters, no evil, no injustice, and no sacrifice.
"The world is too vast, and there are too many living beings. We cannot manage them all, nor do we want to.
"Let the world be destroyed if it must, let the gods rage if they will..."
Several Star Marks flashed through Lin Qiye's eyes. In the sky above them, a black night began rapidly spreading,