After Theresis won the civil war, what kind of path would he lead the Sarkaz down?
Could blood and fire help the Sarkaz gain a foothold on Terra?
Theresa did not know the answer, because she had failed and could no longer see that future.
"..."
She let out a sigh.
The Demon King girl shook her head.
"Where is this place?"
She looked around—
The sights everywhere were bizarre and fantastical.
For instance, she saw a group of traveling Sarkaz following their leader into the distance, only to be slaughtered amid betrayal. In the end, only the leading Sarkaz remained; after personally killing every enemy, he took his own life.
"..."
Theresa's expression turned complicated.
She knew what this scene represented.
It represented a former Demon King—the Ranger Quillon.
"Is this... where the Collective Souls of the Sarkaz reside?"
The Demon King girl murmured to herself.
After her death, the Demon King's Black Crown had allowed her consciousness to remain here.
But something did not seem quite right.
If that was the case—
Then the other Demon Kings should have retained their consciousness as well.
Yet after becoming the Demon King, Theresa could only hear the shattered, fragmented whispers of the Collective Souls of the Sarkaz.
They did not seem to possess self-awareness.
After walking through this strange place for an unknown length of time, Theresa found no one else.
She silently sat down where she was and hugged her knees.
The Demon King girl worried about the people of Babel who had followed her.
Theresis would not wipe them all out.
She knew her brother's character.
But Babel would inevitably collapse and disband.
The beautiful future the girl had once envisioned could no longer be realized.
And—
"Zerg..."
Theresa softly called that name.
She worried that the little