Lynn did not stop her, nor did he stop them from leaving.
He remained silent.
The emotions churning inside him surged relentlessly. As he knew, if not for this calamity, the true dark cloud looming overhead would have been those jailers who left them unable to breathe.
He did not know whether this was a sickness shared by every group. He gazed blankly at the sky, unable to understand why time became such a poison, turning the once-oppressed, the former rebels, into a Mount Tai looming over their heads.
He could not stop thinking, thinking over and over.
If this era lasted long enough, if they made it through this apocalypse, would this New World become another winter they could never survive?
What about Raven?
What about that eternal dragon slayer...
He clenched his fists.
Did they truly need a King who lived for eternity, an eternal dragon slayer, to escape this never-changing cycle of suffering?
"Lord Lynn."
Dragon Guard Lan lowered her head and finally dropped to one knee before him.
"I cannot argue against it, nor will I shirk my guilt. I am a jailer, but I believe that one day our King will return to this world and put an end to all these scourges. There are things they will only listen to Our King's orders about, and only Our King's will can bring this force back onto the right path. And if that cannot happen..."
She clenched her hands and bit her lip.
"Then please, one day... kill every last one of us."
Her words crashed like thunder into the hearts of every guard, making them tremble.
But they could tell that their commander was not joking.
The jailers who had truly been willing to follow Princess Aivier out of Hell had already endured the trials