Amid an ear-splitting explosion, the Six Hold Up the Heavens Members stared blankly at the sword scar that pierced heaven and earth.
Death's Parting had come too quickly, so quickly that they had not yet reacted.
Some of the Calamities they had not yet come to know well were now nothing but a sword scar, a sign that they had once existed.
"Why..."
Why had they chosen such an extreme course?
[Thought-Madness] flung out a wine flask, gathering all the falling fragments of divine status into it, then tossed it toward Ye Buyu without looking.
"Catch. This was their choice. The Night Realm is both a cage and a mirror that reveals one's clear original heart. Hall Master of the Salvation Hall of Fame, you gave them time to find themselves. This is their answer to you."
[Indifference] and [Selfishness] had been waiting for this day all along. [Despair] and [Heart-Erosion] wanted a tomorrow with hope, while [Dullness] and [Ritual Flame] had chosen to follow [Monarch].
After passing through countless ages and sorting out where they had come from, this was the ending they had chosen.
To carry on that will which had once been extinguished, to try to take another step forward-a step of their own.
This was proof that they had lived, in lives whose births had never been welcomed: leaving their own footprints in the most ardent, most brilliant way.
The Six silently quickened their hands, wishing only that they could go faster.
Yet their eyes stung involuntarily.
Those words still echoed in their ears.
"This is all we can do. Consider it the last thing those who came before you can do. We'll leave the rest to you who come after us, the leaders of this era. We hope you can see the tomorrow we cannot."