"To exist is to perish, to destroy is to create, a fallen homeland yearns for snow and ice in a way that cannot be stopped by the cycle of time. Even in exile on the Dark Sea, the winds can feel each other's strength. Yet, it is too soon to admit hope. Behold, Dáin, the final clash of swords, which not even mutual-understanding can stop." -An anonymous prophet
00. Prologue
Before, I want to live, although I don't know what to live for...
But now, I seem to know that I want to live with you in the future.
I... can we... Can we stay together forever?
Ah, is it really possible?
I ...
"Qiqi!"
The traveler's heartbreaking wail could not resist the heaven-shaking waves and the instructable dazzling light after the seal was lifted.
The taboo was finally broken, just as it was a thousand years ago when the war between the gods and demons affected the seven kingdoms.
"Bai...Bai zhu, you...why did you do this...Qi... What exactly did Qiqi do wrong, she... she..."
The traveler could not hold back, hugging Qiqi's fading body with the ice crystals, and cried to the sky.
For countless times, Permont had seen the traveler in such agony, clutching her little hand, knowing that comfort was useless.
The vines that emerged from the ground lifted Bai Zhu and slowly left the rocky abyss, heading for the vast land of Sumeru.
"Forgive me, Qiqi, in the name of the god of grass.
I can't let my homeland be destroyed, like Kaneria, or the thousands of ancient countries buried.
Even if the path I will take is one of destruction."
The rushing waves of heat spread out with the vast desert that was unfolding in front of them.
At the end of the road, a few figures came curling up.
"Bai zhu, congratulations on your achievement."
The eighth seat of the Fools' eleven executives, the one called "Lady," said so.
"Then, as promised, I will accept the God's Heart of the Grass God for the Queen."
The lady smiled faintly, accompanied by the boundless desert flying dust.
