The Feathered Ones were buried within the pure white island they had built with their own hands.
Their lives became the energy that sparked Paradise Island's activation, and their souls sank into its core, becoming its main control program.
Paradise ran perfectly, without a single error. After the battle for Paradise Island, the Hell Beasts were sealed away in their cage.
One by one, the races on the island departed.
Upon returning to their homelands, they would speak of Paradise Island's pure white splendor. They would vividly recount the magnificence of the great war, telling of the noble cause that united all races, who set aside their hatreds to fight as one. They would sigh with relief that the long war in the abyss was finally over, that civilization could at last enjoy a long-awaited peace and develop in tranquility.
But no one would remember the Feathered Ones, who had squatted on the ground, laying the stones for the entirety of Paradise Island, one by one.
