In the library of Rhine Cathedral, Beatrice unknowingly clenched her fists. Ever since the day she had returned from the line of starving refugees, she had secretly sworn that one day, she would climb to the very top, wield immense power, gain the ability to change everything, and make sure starving refugees no longer existed in this world.
She knew her thoughts were childish and laughable, but she was a stubborn person. She wanted to try.
That will had broken through the high walls of reality, making her a Transcendent—and making her somewhat blindly idolize Theus. He truly had changed the world through his own efforts, even if it was only one island.
She had never told anyone about these things, but will was like a sharp blade. Even when hidden away in a pocket, it could accidentally cut through the fabric and reveal its cold gleam.
Every Transcendent had once relied on their will to break through the crushing reality, cast off the world's restraints, and gain power from it.
The connection fell completely silent. Ken only felt as though something had seized his heart, leaving him unable to breathe. He felt that he should be angry, yet there was only confusion in his chest.
Zoe said nothing. She recalled what she had seen in the past, and her eyes dimmed slightly.
Scepter: "But it doesn't correspond strictly to that number either—someone with an exceptionally firm will can have a single soul worth many people's, such as a Transcendent."
Scepter: "When [Loving Mother] cannot be controlled, Transcendents can voluntarily sacrifice themselves. Usually, one Transcendent is enough. As for the situation you mentioned, I don't know."
Scepter: "That is everything I know. I hope it can help you."
The connection was cut off.
Gwen came back to her senses and