It was just that...
There was no need for any further doubt.
The War God had lost.
It had only been a matter of time.
Everyone knew it.
They all understood it deep down.
It was something everyone silently acknowledged!
Being able to fight Memory Thousand Tribulations for three days and three nights
was merely the result of Memory Thousand Tribulations showing a little mercy, having his fill of the fight, and indulging in some reckless fun with him.
War God Altesch had finally enjoyed a truly satisfying battle.
He was very satisfied and very happy.
Little Griseo had anticipated all of this long ago.
It was just that!
Beyond that...
It could only be said to be unexpected yet entirely reasonable. In short! Memory Thousand Tribulations and the War God had forged a bond through battle.
They recognized and cherished each other as worthy rivals. That was understandable.
Thus, Memory Thousand Tribulations invited the War God to board the Ark, inviting Arteshu to log in and fight together whenever they had the chance in the future.
After all.
To be so perfectly matched.
Aside from himself, who was also Thousand Tribulations,
the others truly wouldn't do.
Not everyone was a battle maniac.
Nor could everyone earn the recognition of Thousand Tribulations and the others.
War God Altesch was forthright, bold, and pure. Memory Thousand Tribulations liked him quite a lot.
He believed that it wasn't only he himself who would make this choice. The other version of him revived in the current civilization, as well as the one from the previous civilization, would make the same choice too.
For an existence like the War God to die would be a terrible waste.
He was weak only because he had been unable to board the Ark.
If he didn't choose