She had exhausted all her strength for this. Alone, she had hidden in the cold, dark underground, in the deepest reaches of the High Tower, enduring that endless loneliness and torment, all for this final leap.
But in truth, she had known. This place had always been a prison for deities.
Even if she could truly regain the Colossus's strength at its peak, she would never escape the shackles of this Hell.
Yet that last sliver of hope still lingered in her heart...
What if?
If there was even the slightest chance of leaving this Hell, shouldn't she risk her life to try?
That was how she had endured three thousand years of solitude.
That was why she had fought with everything she had to leap free.
Tiny streams of light flowed through her eyes as she gripped Lynn's arm tightly.
But now...
Everything had shattered.
She had led the entire Colossus Civilization into this twilight.
All her efforts had become a joke, a repudiation of every one of their consciousnesses.
Just like three thousand years ago.
When her Queen had chosen to sacrifice herself before her eyes.
Not just her Queen, but every Colossus consciousness back then. They had all been battle-hardened warriors, Subjects who had fought alongside her from the age of ascension until then. And they had made the same choice as the Queen.
Through their sacrifice, they had held back Hell's curse and won her this final chance.
She had become the hope of the entire Colossus Civilization!
Because she was the King!
She carried more than herself. She carried the hopes and futures of all those who had shattered back then, their traditions and aspirations. She had to succeed. She could not fail! She could not fail!
Because if she failed, she would betray the