The lead-gray clouds, like an iron curtain, disappeared and were replaced by a blue sky. The sea was no longer calm; it was stirred by the gusting breeze, creating waves that resonated with the music of nature.
This world of calm, ordinary, and normalcy—many are tired of the dull life, but now it seems that such boredom is indeed precious.
On the snow-covered island at the edge of the Silent Sea, Bola should be enjoying the euphoria of narrowly escaping death, yet now he's faced with an even more agonizing decision.
"What... did you say?"
Bola held the empty silver revolver, gazing up at the standing Froki.
"A choice, a cruel and difficult choice."
Froki looked towards the direction of the Silent Sea.
The sea outside the island was strewn with countless wooden wreckage and some floating bodies—those who had escaped alongside them—unfortunately, only this group survived.
"A choice that goes against benevolence and morality, a choice that turns good people into bad ones."
