Everything was an illusion, a fleeting bubble.
As that world crumbled before her eyes.
All the flourishing splendor they had built over the past decade and more rapidly vanished before her eyes, along with those smiling faces and those hopes.
That day.
Amid the raging flames, she stood for a very, very long time. The firelight reflected on her cheeks and scattered through her pupils, like an immense, inescapable fate.
She felt the sorrow all of this had brought.
Yes.
Just as that figure had told her.
You lost the right to choose long ago.
Because everything you cannot bear to lose, everything you want to preserve-as long as this apocalypse hangs over your heads like the Sword of Damocles, all of it, all that happiness, will turn to fleeting bubbles in an instant. You will be unable to preserve anything.
"We can resurrect them. We are gods..."
"Yes, we can."
That day, she trembled with cold.
This war broke out again, and lasted less than half a month.
She saw the young man she cherished. She saw him awaken once more from that distant Throne like a savior, and watched him burn away the darkness filling the heavens with those pitch-black flames.
Those Nightmare Demons were no longer any match for him.
In a very short time, he swept away every obstacle in the Main Universe. He charged into Chaos Deep Space, invincible, and once again saved his people from disaster.
He was like a towering wall.
He stood at the very forefront of this shattered world, forcibly delaying the apocalypse again and again.
She did not reveal herself to him.
On the night of his triumphant return, she stood in the void, gazing from afar at the splendor of Dark Night City. She watched yet another victory