Or perhaps, if the you from back then—the original you—were here and saw who you had become, would she recognize herself?"
Her words were like blades, every sentence piercing the heart.
Suiren Lianlei gripped the "Human Emperor Banner" tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force.
She knew that before a Chaos Body Great Emperor, if her words provoked her into anger, death would be her only outcome.
Yet she truly did not wish to see a bloody calamity akin to the dark turmoil spread any further,
even if, compared to the scale of the dark turmoil, this was perhaps still insignificant...
But she had stepped forward not merely for the countless possibly innocent lives behind her. It was also for that person, so that the "result" he had exchanged his life for would not become this...
The starry sky was deathly silent.
Suiren Lianlei's words echoed nearby, never spreading outward.
It was as though this were a conversation between the two of them alone, unheard by anyone else.
When her words fell,
the lonely gaze behind the Female Emperor's mask seemed to ripple slightly.
Yet it soon returned to that unfathomable silence and indifference.
"Are you finished?"
She spoke flatly, without any discernible joy or anger.
Suiren Lianlei's heart sank.
But the next moment,
the Female Emperor neither attacked nor looked again toward Eternal Star.
Whoosh...
She slowly raised a hand. With a turn of her pale fingers, an ancient, damaged banner appeared before her. Though worn and broken, it radiated a purer and vaster aura than the imitation in Suiren Lianlei's hands, as if it bore the will of the Human Race's rise and fall through the ages, and the passing down of its sacred flame.
It was the true Human Emperor Banner, which had been shattered during