Rome's most elite army had mobilized in full force.
The mages of All of Greece issued a call, hoping more people would defend Greece and resist Rome.
Countless reports spread throughout the mortal world.
It turned out that Magic New Light Suye had already attacked the Twilight Battlefield.
Zeus brought down the Sword of Divine Punishment, ushering in the apocalypse.
In a grand residence, before a magic mirror, an aged Saint Realm Mage slowly and meticulously finished combing his great-granddaughter's hair.
The old man took his great-granddaughter's hand, her smile sweet, and walked to the family hall, standing outside the entrance.
Everyone in the family rose solemnly.
At the entrance stood two figures, one black and one red, holding hands.
"Grandpa..." The family head gazed at the old man helplessly.
The old man's back was slightly hunched. His face was covered in age spots, his eyebrows had fallen out, his eyes were narrowed, and his lips had sunken inward.
The old man waved his hand, stopping his grandson from speaking.
"I know what you're thinking. This time, I have to fight."
"Ever since I met Suye, there's one thing I've never understood. Is making the world a little better really that important? Wouldn't it be more important to make one's own life better? Why should I care about other people's affairs? I never understood."
"Even when Hote passed away several years ago, I still didn't understand."
"You know that after leaving Plato Academy, I never fought again. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, to keep living forever."
"I thought Hote becoming a mage from a warrior was completely meaningless. I thought everything Suye did was completely meaningless."
"Until the Sword of Divine Punishment descended, until I realized that perhaps Shandora would disappear together with this world before