As the radiance of the Sword of Virtue gradually faded, the Dark Ocean had vanished without a trace. Along with the lives of the past, all had been extinguished by Huai Shi's own hands.
A crumbling sound came from atop the Gear Emperor.
Adam, who once tilled Paradise, ultimately met his destruction alongside Hell, crumbling rapidly to reveal the decaying husk below.
Huai Shi pulled out the Sword Blade and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
As everything drew to an end, he didn't feel the relief of a burden lifted. Instead, he felt the wearying emptiness and helplessness of a long road that led nowhere.
"I'm sorry."
He lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you all."
No one responded.
In the silence, he looked up at the phantasmal lights rising and fading in the sky.
A serene darkness covered everything.
Until the very end, this part of Hell had never seen the sunrise.
"Such a world... is too... ridiculous..."
A hoarse whisper came from behind him.
