"Lynn, did you feel it..."
Before the burning Sanctuary, Sir Awen hung his head, leaning with difficulty against its great doors, his eyes clouded and haggard.
"This is the power of faith... when someone truly gives everything they have to this expedition of faith, not even death can shake them. Because they all know they are fighting alongside their King. They are burning themselves to win you these last sparks..."
"And that is the final meaning of this ascension."
"Because a person's obsession and faith are strongest at the moment of their death. Just how powerful can someone's obsession be? It can make them keep thinking of it even after they become a vengeful ghost. It can make them refuse to fade away even after they fall into hell..."
"And likewise."
"The obsession unleashed at this moment can become your final fuel, allowing you to break through to an unprecedented stage in this ultimate blaze."
Sir Awen clutched his chest, gasping violently.
His eyes were filled with sorrow and anguish.
"Dreamweaver feels she has wronged you. So do I."
"Because I lied to you. Because to ascend that dark Throne, you must bear the weight of sin. Because only after burning all this fuel... can you truly ascend that final Throne of darkness."
You won't die.
Because... everyone else will.
Because this world no longer had enough fuel left to burn. Dreamweaver had kept crying then, kept apologizing, because she had never imagined this would be the final outcome.
Because her ancestor, too, had suffered in his final moments. The companions who had once followed him, the old friends who had given everything so that their world could survive, had all been sacrificed through his lie to that unquenchable fire. He had burned countless people, burned countless people's trust in