Above a grand citadel of an advanced Civilization, the scene was very, very heavy!
Heartbroken and crying, Riya looked at Noah with an expression that contained millions of years of desperate hope collapsing into despair.
"Ancestor, why... why has it not changed? Why, after all this, after you've seen what we built, after I've given you tools specifically designed to ensure victory…why is the light of Mana still set to dim in my perception of what's coming?"
...!
Her gaze at this moment felt immensely heavy!
She looked to him for answers when at this moment, he did not have any!
Why hasn't the future changed?
Noah embraced her tighter, his hand stroking her hair gently as he looked out at the vast Civilization spread around them.
The floating ring structures. The towers pulsing with accumulated power. The millions of beings carrying his Way.
All of it built through desperation and Mana into something magnificent.
