"Finally back, judging by your look, I guess your companion couldn't be saved."
In the Abyssal Archive, the King of Titans looked at Richard, with an expression of "just knew it would be like this" on his face.
"It seems you had already made a prediction in your mind."
The King of Titans waved his hand, and two chairs appeared in the archive. He pointed to one of them, his tone extremely calm.
"If you often explore destiny, you will discover one thing. That is, when you find something can be salvaged, often it's already too late.
I call this the mockery of destiny, and when such mockery is magnified to a civilization, we call it the waves of history."
Richard sat down on the chair, and his expression could hardly be called pleasant.
"These words sound disagreeable, is destiny really a naughty child? Cruel and naive."
"This metaphor is good," said the King of Titans with a hint of surprise on his face as he took his seat, "Cruel and naive, it's a good metaphor.
