And so, the player began the miserable work of solving the puzzle.
After spending ages running around the map following a guide, shuttling between the factory and the fungal carpet and killing wave after wave of Managers and Alloy Knights, the player finally dispelled the mirage.
The seemingly ordinary wall vanished like melting snow the instant the final condition was met.
It revealed a towering True Magic Sorcerer's Tower behind it.
The tower was grayish-white, similar in style to the sorcerers' towers in Liurnia...
Yet the Tracker was actually standing right beneath the True Magic Sorcerer's Tower.
"Looks like it's right here. Hm! Why have I run into you again? There's probably frenzied flame up there. How did you find this place?"
But the player had no intention of paying him any more attention. After quickly clicking through the dialogue, without caring what he had said, the player rushed eagerly up the tower.
At the top of the tower, a "corpse" that was already dead stood in a cramped room. Irina looked lifelike, as though she were still alive.
But Irina was already dead... The player had seen her corpse firsthand.
Only after approaching to talk did the player realize this was Shabriri.
"We meet again, the king we have long awaited... Happiness cannot come equally to everyone, but frenzied flame can."
Shabriri's voice spilled from "Irina's" lips, gentle and beguiling, like a snake whispering in one's ear.
"You must have witnessed it all-the rule of those gods brings nothing but despair. You should believe me. Shabriri is right. Those people who sob uncontrollably... even those who can no longer cry-they did not choose to be born into this world."
She stepped forward, raising both hands as though in invitation. "Someone as kind as you should not continue aiding such