Where the Golden Race’s Treasury lay.
Outside the Coffin.
Aloflis stared blankly at the scene in the sky.
The Faded The End on her body had already vanished.
Because [Colorless] had never cared about her. Compared with fighting Ye Qiyan, she was merely an artificial intelligence of the Golden Race. Even if the entire Golden Race truly returned to life, Colorless would feel no fear.
Because the Golden Race had blocked their path forward.
Colorless and the other six True Gods had brought the Golden Race to its end. Even given another chance, alone this time, Colorless would make the same choice.
This was the pride of one who stood at the pinnacle of the Wasteland Species yet still pressed onward.
"So strong. Could humans... really do something like this too...?"
"Yes... what a surprise."
A voice sighed behind Aloflis.
Her pupils contracted. She immediately turned around and saw a girl beside the Coffin, gently stroking the corpse inside.
"M-Master?"
Tears welled in her eyes. She should not have cried. As an artificial intelligence, she should not even have been able to cry...
But...
"Long time no see. Though, to me, it all feels as though I only just died and then opened my eyes again. But... I'm sorry, Aloflis. It's been hard, hasn't it?"
Yulia, daughter of the Golden Race's last governor.
She was also the "captain" aboard this fragment of the Primordial World, which served as an escape pod.
Aloflis threw herself into her arms, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on her shoulder.
As though venting the loneliness and hatred of countless years.
Yulia gently stroked her back, lifted her eyes toward the sky, and murmured to herself.
"Thank you, Ye Qiyan. The daughter of the Golden Race's last governor shall present you with the final