The End had reached its final stage.
Nafroluo's life had also come to an end.
He sat calmly amid the wind and snow.
His body began to collapse, just like this world.
In truth, he could have left.
He could have left at any point, from beginning to end.
As a powerful being, he was fully capable of walking out of this world, tearing an opening through The End, and leaving this place.
But Nafroluo was unwilling.
His people were buried here. His kingdom was buried here.
Then his final resting place should be here as well.
Ye Qiyan stepped out of the Barrier that was about to shatter.
He took the key, which had already lost its effect and was no longer of any use, off the ice pillar.
There was no persuasion, no conversation.
If this had been his Platform World,
then he could have left simply by driving his Train away.
But it wasn't. Ye Qiyan still had his actual fiftieth station to clear.
And there was one, and only one, way back.
[Anchor]
The Blasphemy Card rested between two of his fingers.
Dark golden radiance surged around him, pushing back all the ice of [The End] that tried to spread toward him.
Ye Qiyan gave Nafroluo one final look.
Then.
Anchor Point confirmed.
[Voyage-]
[Submerging...]
Nafroluo looked in the direction where Ye Qiyan had vanished. His body was gradually disappearing, and the last trace of his will uttered the final murmur of the [Glory King].
"May... your road ahead... remain unbroken..."
Glory King · Nafroluo
Died with his world.
"Whew, brr, that was seriously cold."
The instant he opened his eyes, Ye Qiyan stretched as he looked at the familiar surroundings.
"Not a bad haul. A Calamity Card and... another Ring of Authority?"
He opened