The Wasteland.
Somewhere...
"My, my, that Hunt Ring really did reassemble. It only lasted for one brief use, but as long as the Transcender Core is found, it can be restored."
The Black Shadow People representing [Death] had gotten a nose from somewhere and pressed it onto its face.
It grinned widely, surrounded by dense Gray Fog.
Beside it, a winged eyeball floated silently.
"All right, all right~ I know you're on those Train Conductors' side. Relax, the so-called pinnacle of wind was just a joke~ A fool deceived by lies for so many years only ended up connected to the wind of The End by chance."
"What true pinnacle could there possibly be~"
"Gods are what I hate most."
"Being called a god means you've reached your limit, doesn't it? I hate limits~"
The Black Shadow People propped its chin on its hands as shadow beings like itself continually coalesced, finally forming the front car of a train.
It sat atop the front car, and another shadow condensed into a conductor's cap on its head.
"Well? Do I look like a Train Conductor? Say, if I entered the Wasteland too and started from the first station~ wouldn't that be fun~"
The Gray Fog watched it silently.
"So..."
"Which side do you think I should stand on?"
"Humans, or... those fools calling themselves gods?"
"Oh-ho-ho, understood, understood. Don't worry, I only want to bring people death, not some End. If everything ended, no one would die anymore. Especially that interesting human, Ye, Qi, Yan~"
A tongue extended from the shadow's mouth and licked its nonexistent lips.
"It's been so many years since I came out of the Dead Realm to play. Hey~ have that system working with you open a back door. I want to play at being a Train