He had always been a traveler in this world.
A Rover.
Such an ending would have been tragic, but if he ultimately died in Tide Sis's arms, it could still have counted as a good death.
That was why he and the Touch of the Old Days had been fundamentally different from the beginning.
Just like the real Soran, whom he had killed with his own hands.
He admired people like her.
To stop the Touch of the Old Days, she had sacrificed herself, even killing the lover who stood in her way.
Back then, before the Tower of Heaven, what had Soran been thinking as she killed Lancelot herself with the Threnodian's tentacles?
Was it tragic?
She had used her enemy's body to kill her lover, and she alone knew the truth.
Simply because she had to.
She had carried so much.
Even though it had still ended in failure.
And now, Ling An was acting with that same resolve.
"Burn everything! Freeze, damn you!!!"
Ling An roared and screamed, locking down the Touch of the Old Days again after the being broke through Stasis.
This world was a chessboard, and everyone was a piece. He was no exception.
As a piece, he had to do what a piece was meant to do.
Often, it was not that someone had set their heart on doing something, but that time and fate had pushed them into their present position.
That was how it was for Ling An.
Looking at everything as it stood, only he could stand here. So he had to be the one standing before the Touch of the Old Days.
"Very good."
The Touch of the Old Days spoke in a low voice. The being seemed genuinely enraged.
From the very beginning, the being had laid a