Pachi the Deceiver, disliked by all, had patiently hidden himself away, waiting to swoop in at the last moment. How could he possibly miss the spectacle he had ultimately brought about, one that had nearly sacrificed three Higher Beings?
Even for Fu Qian, having to pay 5 Sanity Value as an admission fee to witness it would have been perfectly acceptable.
And yet now, it was still free.
It was obvious that, amid the blossoming before them, the Lone King had no nourishment left to bring its "offspring" into the world.
Even that "rebirth" on which Lord Rom had pinned endless hopes had abandoned its original future in order to bloom in this life.
The most obvious sign was its boundless, dazzling beauty. In the midst of this ultimate expression of life's splendor, Fu Qian realized he had returned from his "beyond-category" state.
Without a sound, the expulsion had been lifted.
Lord Rom, who had used this as his final means of protection, seemed to have merged completely into the bloom, expressing his beautiful hopes in another way, without seeking another life.
After being outmaneuvered once, Lord Rom seemed utterly powerless to fight back.
Just as the Native Council had been scheming here for a long time, Lord Pachi had likely put plenty of effort into bringing about this scene.
Fu Qian quickly reached a conclusion, and couldn't help but sigh at the many misfortunes in Lord Rom's fate.
He had been mired in a quagmire, fighting tooth and nail to seize his chance, only for Fu Qian to interrupt him time and time again.
This time, the Warehouse had come back without hesitation to interfere. Its hatred of the ancient Higher Beings could hardly have been clearer. And there had even been an accomplice among them, secretly slipping