"Is this East Village? What an incredible village." Percival stood at the village entrance, gazing inside in amazement.
The village had been built amid layered mountain ranges. Its homes were carved directly into the cliff faces, rising one after another along the mountainside. Yet it bustled with activity, an awe-inspiring sight to behold.
"How spectacular." Fujimaru Ritsuka had already endured several Singularities and seen all manner of sights, but this was the first time he had encountered a rocky village built amid towering mountains. He could not help stopping to admire it a little longer.
"This is the crystallization of the people's wisdom—or rather, I believe it is the embodiment of hope." Arash stood beside Fujimaru Ritsuka with his hands on his hips, admiration written across his face.
"Even the harshest environment cannot make people lose their will to survive. Isn't that the very embodiment of hope?"
"That's right. Difficult circumstances cannot shatter a person's heart. That is the strongest thing there is." Bedivere answered in heartfelt agreement.
"What are we standing around here for? Let's go in first." Liao Ye was as enthusiastic as though he were a local.
"Wait, wait. Let me set this up here first." Leonardo da Vinci held the tool she had just finished crafting. "This should help conceal East Village a little better."
"Thank you for your hard work, Leonardo da Vinci."
During the journey, everyone from Chaldea had introduced themselves to Arash. They could now be considered acquainted.
Roman leaned back alone in his chair in the control room. Seeing Arash's smiling face, he finally felt somewhat relieved.
Arash.
Though the name was not particularly famous across the world, in West Asia, it could almost be said that everyone knew it.
Persia's great hero. The arrows he fired could rend the earth apart.