Duanmu Huai lay on the grass, gazing at the night scenery before him and yawning boredly.
The Destruction C'tan Nanook had lost.
This was hardly unexpected. Duanmu Huai knew he would lose. In fact, Duanmu Huai also knew that Nanook's entire spiel was nothing more than a way of deceiving himself. This was not strange. As an Inquisitor, Duanmu Huai had seen plenty of cultists like this. They might once have pursued some beautiful goal, but reality had betrayed their hopes again and again, until they ultimately chose to fall.
And their reason was the same as Nanook's. In the end, it boiled down to this—the world had its laws, and they could not defy them. Everything they did was futile, so they should submit to those laws instead of resisting them. After all, resistance had no value and no meaning.
Nanook was the same. His civilization had struggled desperately, teetering on the brink of destruction time and time again, yet in the end, it could not escape annihilation. One could imagine that if a country had even brought out something like the Iron Cavalry Project, it must have been prepared to fight to the death.
The fish died, but the net didn't break.
How laughable.
In the end, they had merely found an excuse to explain their failure.
Nanook was the same. Even if he had not died at Duanmu Huai's hands, he would have died at the hands of another C'tan. Given his history, his death was inevitable.
Lying to others was one thing, but if he even lied to himself, then there was nothing that could be done.
That was why, from this perspective, Duanmu Huai looked down on Nanook quite a bit. Just look at the Empire. It had risen and fallen through countless millennia—what kind