When the Golden Race's last Governor had answered Ye Qiyan's three questions, her body began to gradually disappear.
Her appearance had been so brief.
Yet that brief moment was already a miracle.
"Mr. Hero, could you tell me your name?"
"Ye Qiyan."
She smiled, her gaze seeming to pass through the barriers of space to Yulia, who was now in Arcane Academy City.
A trail of tears slid down her cheek.
"What a miracle. I met my end in a sea of flames, yet I still had the chance to see the future, to see her, even though I knew long ago that the Escape Pod was meaningless, because the moment we chose to flee also marked the complete end of the Golden Race.
"But... I really couldn't accept it."
She was crying, grieving.
"The Golden Race did nothing wrong. We were simply being ourselves, but... the Transcenders who came to bring the Golden Race to its end did nothing wrong either.
"Before that war came, I hadn't realized what the Golden Race had become to the Wasteland.
"Now, I understand."
Her body kept turning into golden butterflies of light and gradually dissipating, her voice growing ever more distant.
"If I weren't the Governor of the Golden Race, but merely someone in the Wasteland who yearned to transcend, then I would certainly make the same choice and bring the Golden Race to its end.
"I hate them, yet they did nothing wrong.
"Absolute perfection is itself a paradox. If we truly were absolutely perfect, why would we have lost?"
"...Aren't you going to see her?"
Ye Qiyan said.
"There isn't much time, but you still have a chance."
She shook her head and bowed deeply to Ye Qiyan with the last of her fading form.
"Please, Ye Qiyan, Last Glory