"It seemed the sky wouldn't be brightening anytime soon." Lin Jue leaned against the ice wall, lifting his eyes toward the distant, pitch-black sky.
There were no stars or moon in the endless night. The canopy-like sky and the rolling snow-capped mountains stretched together in a seamless expanse, so tightly joined that not even a glimmer of light could filter through. It was as though this was the darkest moment in ten thousand years, as though such a sight was only natural. Even their souls seemed submerged in the darkness, unable to tell who around them was human and who was a ghost.
Fu Jue stood before Lin Jue and asked hoarsely, "What did you want to tell me, Senior?"
"I think you've already guessed. I will die today." Lin Jue's voice was calm—calm as a lake frozen in the heart of a glacier.
He paused for a moment, enunciating each word clearly. "For people like us, the final Instance was originally an unwinnable dead end. Fortunately, I hold the [Dark Judge] card, which gave me a chance to seize a sliver of life from this dead end. If I do nothing, everyone will remain trapped here together. That would be a highly uneconomical choice. Trading my death for everyone else's survival conforms to the Pragmatism Principle."
Fu Jue's expression shifted slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lin Jue raised a hand to stop him.
The young man in the white suit smiled very faintly and continued, "The reason I sought you out one last time before my death is that, through some means, I foresaw part of the future. Someone told me that after I die, you will activate the effect of the [Fallen Savior] card and bring me back to life within your body. Is