Amidst surprised gazes, the white-bearded old man pushed the remaining Star-Fragmenting Holy Altar toward Aurek. A boundless sharp aura still surrounded it.
"This contains the complete inheritance of Blade City," the old man said. "You can either store it in the Royal Vault or give it to someone else. At least it will serve as the final mark of Blade City's existence."
Aurek remained silent.
"Actually, I was not wrong, and neither was Blade City," the old man continued. "We were merely fighting for that slim chance, resisting the world's laws. Without fighting for the fortune of the Crossbridge Empire, Blade City would never have accumulated such depth."
"Everyone in this world lives for themselves, and it should be so. We all fight for the opportunity of a distant tomorrow."
"Forget it. You, with your majesty's wisdom, must understand what I mean to express," he concluded.
