Ku Rong said nothing, the light reflected off his glasses blurring his vision.
Little Whale answered with silence. It did not know the answer either.
Amid the silence, the Black-Robed Man swept up his robe, pulled a missile from the Mark he had traced, and hurled it at [Eternal Frozen Silence].
With an earthshaking boom, an enormous cloud of white mist rose.
Amid the ringing, a hoarse voice echoed.
"That is why we need ideals."
When the whole world was gray, only ideals would shine.
What created beauty was an enduring ideal, a faith that neither faded with time nor bowed to disaster.
The Black-Robed Man waved, and black rings appeared across the sky. Countless figures stepped out of them.
"The people of every era have their own responsibilities. The only constant is that ideal everyone longs for, that countless people pursue one after another, even if it seems illusory, even if it seems utterly fragile before the grinding wheels of reality.
"But everything beautiful stems from that tiny ideal, not those rotten compromises."
The black rings expanded, as though someone, or something, was crossing over through these passages.
At the highest mountain range in the Present World, a gigantic ring expanded from halfway up a mountainside, leading to some mysterious place like a black hole.
At the same time, throughout the Third Zone and on the Present World's Frontline.
Countless black passages abruptly opened.
Those who opened the passages spoke in different voices.
"The [Void Order] is willing to unleash a tempest once more for the ideals of the Present World."
Another scorching wave of air rose overhead, and [Eternal Frozen Silence] looked up.
An utterly stunning sight appeared in its eyes.
It was... a new sun.
"Hey, Su Wuwei, you brat, you sure run fast. These old arms