"The River of Fate... it toyed with living beings and controlled the universe. Like invisible threads, it bound every puppet in the world. Whenever the number of Legendary powerhouses reached a certain level, or some major event appeared in the silent universe, the Tide of Fate began to drown every powerless chess piece... Yes, even a Blazing Sun Throne was merely a chess piece to be manipulated at will before the tide of fate. As long as its 'roll call' arrived as scheduled, the fall of a Blazing Sun would be no different from the meaningless deaths of mortals."
Standing in the silent space, Mestur's recorded image showed no obvious emotional fluctuations. After all, the "Archmage" had created it and the crimson crystal card solely to convey information. It was only natural for that information to contain a Blazing Sun Professional's profound lament over the Multiverse's descent into ruin, but there was no reason for a final message to wallow in a vortex of sorrow...
Mestur, carrying heaven knew what kind of feelings when he left behind these last words, must have thought so as well.
Even so, Punk could still hear the unmistakable helplessness and defiance in the Archmage's words.
There was no doubt that this former supreme powerhouse of the Multiverse had been unwilling to fall. He had been unwilling to fail, and even less willing to be defeated by fate. He had too much unwillingness and too much helplessness, and those emotional fluctuations had even become part of the information he left behind.
In fact, it was precisely because of this heart-rending defiance and fury that Mestur, unwilling to accept failure, had released several thousand magic crystal cards throughout the Multiverse. The "wealth" he had left within those cards was destined to be far more than some