"Moreover... what you're about to face is far from an ordinary Legendary."
"It's a Throne, one wielding the Sacred Sword."
Augutina's soft voice echoed in the silent garden of Millennium Castle, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course, I am," Shiayar answered without hesitation.
"But it's only natural for people to die when they're killed. If I didn't want to die, I wouldn't have chosen to return a thousand years in the first place. Besides..."
In Shiayar's eyes, the Runes of Jayee spun gently.
In his storage, now honed to the 'Extraordinary Sainthood' level of proficiency, a massive construct with a streamlined metal shell reflected a silvery-white light.
On its streamlined metal shell, a line of text was neatly etched in Chinese: *Tsar Bomba*.
Gazing at his fully stocked armory and rereading the sole optimal route—confirmed by Jayee through the Soul Pact after millions of simulations and selections—a faint smile touched Shiayar's lips.
