"The reason a journey is great, and an epic so magnificent, is precisely because all things must eventually pass away."
"So little girl, do not hate fate; embrace it with full respect."
Hearing Gnaeus's words, Polysia could not help smiling:
"As the incarnation of Strife, you are lecturing me on the grandeur of the world?"
"Indeed." Gnaeus nodded.
"I believe that when the fated moment arrives, you will surely understand these words."
"It is time to knock upon the gates of the Underworld."
He gazed at the long-enduring alchemical formula, saying in a deep voice:
"I will set a long table at the end of that road and await your arrival..."
"Until then, let us drink and make merry."
The scene shifted once more, returning to the Genesis Vortex Heart.
During this timeframe, Gnaeus had already sacrificed himself and was no longer in the mortal world.
In the center of the Genesis Vortex Heart's arena, three females lingered.
Yan Huan recognized all three of them: Polysia, Calypso, and Castorice.
"..."
"?"
Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the Castorice beside him, and then looked ahead.
Two Castorices appeared in the same scene.
"What in the world is this?"
Yan Huan curiously sized up the Castorice from the previous cycle, finding not a single bit of difference from the current-era Castorice.
"Have the two of you prepared yourselves?" Calypso asked Polysia and Castorice.
"Mm, Polysia..." The Castorice of the previous life looked at Polysia, wearing an affectionate smile.
Originally, Yan Huan thought Aglaea might be the oldest, but he never expected this inconspicuous Castorice to be even more terrifyingly aged.
Able to survive from the previous cycle to the present day, apart from the Titans, probably no one was older than Castorice.
"Granny, which one are you?" Yan Huan asked