Beside the spaceship not far away, a familiar red-haired man sat there, leisurely roasting skewers.
Hearing the voice from behind, Silvermane turned his head and glanced back.
"Hmm?"
Seeing March 7th and Peipei, he stood and walked toward the two girls and the dog, smiling faintly.
"So it's Miss March and Lady Peipei. Your arrival is like the morning sun on the horizon, illuminating my heart~"
"Wait, what's going on here?" March 7th asked.
"The sky is all red. It looks like the world's ending or something..."
Elsewhere.
In a secluded part of the Cloud Stone Celestial Palace.
The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter stood there, gazing at Kephale's distant divine body.
"What are you doing here? That guy named Paris has been looking all over for you." Yan Huan came up behind the Hunter.
"I'm just thinking."
The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter did not turn around. She merely gazed silently into the distance.
"Humans, I'm different from you."
"Kephale granted your race infinite possibilities. Your bodies can be used for any kind of work, you can worship any Titan, and you can do anything you want..."
"But we are different."
The Heavenly Condemnation Hunter turned and glanced at Yan Huan.
"Our bodies were forged for Strife. We cannot taste fine food, dance with others, or bear offspring."
"If Cthulhu's power had not flowed throughout the world, I would not even have been entitled to thought or speech."
She gazed toward Castrum Kremnos on the horizon, her eyes distant.
"Perhaps I really should return to the battlefield. Only there can I know who I am."
"A warrior without even a name. That is my fate."
"But you'll die if you return to Castrum Kremnos," Yan Huan reminded her.
"Don't forget, I was the one who carried you out."
"There are also Xuan