Lady Nepheli, your tone reminds me of an Old Acquaintance.
The apocalypse had long since arrived. What lay before us was merely ash obscuring our eyes.
A certain Jade Soul Master had made similar nihilistic remarks.
Our conversation had grown so deep, and she seemed to feel so strongly about the apocalypse, that Fu Qian was quite pleased.
He could even make a rough guess as to why Nepheli felt that way.
She hadn't been surprised at all by the experience he'd just described. She even seemed to have found someone she could talk to about it.
Nepheli had indeed seen that apocalyptic scene: the moment when another "her" showed the people of the academy a miracle.
But unlike him, who regarded it as a mistaken history that had failed to become reality, she, as one of the people involved, believed that the world before her was the mistake.
"I know you don't really agree with that... because you've never seen the world from the same perspective as the rest of us."
Before Fu Qian could comment, Nepheli seemed to have already seen through his attitude.
She pointed at her eyes and smiled, sounding almost understanding.
As for who she meant by "you," that was obvious enough—
Himself, Ariel, and any other possible Warehouse administrators.
He had to admit that she wasn't wrong.
Regardless of rank or status, the existence of the Warehouse—a place that muddled time and space—meant that their view of the world differed in certain subtle ways from that of the natives, who were powerless to escape it.
"Transcendent, detached, with even the boundary between life and death growing blurred... I don't know much about you, but I can confirm those things."
Fu Qian gave a slight nod. Nepheli seemed to be empathizing with the administrators' perspective,