Elliot sat silently before the Difference Engine, watching Vanessa pray in despair without saying a word.
Could he change all this?
Perhaps he could.
He looked around the luxurious, tidy, spotless secret chamber.
He was the heir to the Sterling Family. He needed to do nothing but wait, and he would become a great noble, with immense power falling into his lap.
When that time came, a mere thought from him would send the Public Security Bureau's elite forces to crush those monsters. Vanessa could instantly possess inexhaustible wealth, the hospital director would personally prostrate himself and beg her to return to the hospital, and treatment fees for the poor could be waived entirely.
But...
The world would still remain as it was, just as it had for hundreds and thousands of years.
People would merely put on a meticulously arranged performance for him. He could play any benevolent monarch he wished and enjoy their false praises.
But real change, change that shook the foundations of this rotten Empire?
Elliot's fingers trembled.
He slowly shook his head, forcibly suppressing that far-too-heavy thought. To Vanessa, struggling in the mud, a noble like him was already a colossus, but against the entire rotten machine of the Empire, he alone seemed far too insignificant.
Vanessa was powerless to do anything, but wasn't he the same?
Elliot took a deep breath and pulled his tangled thoughts back to the game before him.
He could not change this world, nor could he bring the dead back to life, but... perhaps he could save Allen.
With a thought, he pressed the [Elliott Sterling] card into the [Sacrifice] slot.
Dorothea silently watched the girl before her. Vanessa knelt in a pool of blood and prayed devoutly, paying no heed to the filth staining her trench coat.