And now, this layer of history was already teetering on the brink.
The sacrifice had gone wrong, the Investiture Ritual had failed, and there was no telling how long the expeditionary army could hold out.
Human civilization was like a candle flame about to go out.
Victoria silently watched the weapon in the Immortal's hand opposite her.
When gods began using the technology humans took such pride in, did humanity truly still have a future?
Victoria shook her head, trying to stop thinking about these things. What she needed to do now was build the Abode as quickly as possible. This layer of history had already been proven wrong; she could not waste any more time here.
Transcending history as soon as possible and building an Abode that would never fall was the only remedy for despair.
Watching the Dream Creatures densely crowding the air above the manor, Victoria drew a deep breath, her expression gradually turning serious.
There were too many Dream Creatures here. Even she had to give it her all.
Elliot stared grimly at the surface of the Difference Engine.
The current situation was truly bewildering.
First, there was Elsa. Her death had been rather bizarre.
Elliot searched through the records and was astonished to discover that she had actually died from that pill.
She had died after swallowing it.
More precisely, she had only taken a little powder scraped off the pill.
If the pill had been poisonous, Elliot could at least have understood it: the sisters' father must have been deceived, and the medicine he had found was poisonous.
Yet Maeve had taken this medicine before without showing any signs of discomfort whatsoever. She had also scraped off a little powder, taking it in exactly the same way.
So he kept feeling that something