"----"
In the fluorescent world, all sound had already vanished.
Whether it was the rumbling of the earth that had been utterly transformed into a battlefield, the roars of the monsters and the Black Sea, or Tiamat's earth-shaking howl, none of it could reach this fluorescent world.
Luo Zhen and Attila gazed at each other. One had eyes filled with composure, while the other's were filled with turmoil. Completely ignoring Tiamat outside as she unleashed an endless torrent of magical energy, they both sank into silence.
At this moment, no one could interfere with this world.
Because compared to what was happening before their eyes, the future of the world, the future of the planet, and the future of humanity had all ceased to matter.
Attila remained shaken. No one knew how much time had passed before she finally spoke.
"...You know everything now?"
Attila spoke those words in an unprecedentedly faint voice.
The formerly cold and merciless swordswoman had become somewhat helpless and pitiful under these circumstances.
But Luo Zhen's attitude did not change.
"You should have guessed already, right?" Luo Zhen said with unexpected coldness. "Last time, Gilgamesh left me alone in the throne room and sent you away. You should have guessed that he wanted to tell me the truth about you."
That was exactly how it was.
It was not difficult to guess in the first place.
Gilgamesh was one of the few people who knew Attila's true identity, and Attila herself understood that perfectly well.
At the time, Attila had just proposed that she block Tiamat herself and weaken Tiamat's Saint Graph with her own power. Gilgamesh had then changed the subject and sent everyone away. Anyone who was not an idiot could understand that Gilgamesh wanted to tell Luo Zhen something related to Attila,