In the office at the base of the Round Tower in the City of Silver, Cyril's figure rapidly materialized alongside Colin and Lovia.
After bringing Colin and Lovia back to the City of Silver, Cyril took two steps back and gave them a slight nod.
"I hope our next meeting will be outside this land of darkness."
"Wait." Lovia suddenly raised a hand.
Cyril stopped opening the door and looked at her in puzzlement.
With a conflicted expression, Lovia asked:
"May I hear of the glory of the great Silver Key?"
Huh? You're abandoning the True Creator just like that?
The problem is, telling me this now is rather like telling someone you want to change jobs right in front of your boss.
After letting his thoughts wander for a moment, he nodded slightly.
"Of course."
"My Lord calls himself the Silver Key. He is the embodiment of fate, space-time, and fantasy, the eternal beacon amid darkness and depravity, and the key that guides us beyond fate..." ...
Outside the Forsaken Land of the Gods, on the coast that had formed from the God War Ruins, Cyril silently appeared, then swiftly vanished again.
After traveling through the Spirit World for a while, he spotted the island scorched by the blazing Sun.
At the very center of the island, amid dazzling light, a magnificent palace cast entirely from gold loomed faintly into view.
After he watched for a while, roars suddenly rang out from deep within the palace.
Then came the clatter of hooves. Two horses cast from gold pulled an equally golden chariot out from the depths of the palace, flying through the air.
The instant the golden chariot flew out of the palace, Cyril saw a completely charred figure standing on it, as though it had been scorched into