In the face of the decayed world, no excuse held meaning. In the Plaguelands, you could only wish to be stronger than anyone else and not be beaten by a simple game of words. A dance of joy or dance of blood; the system was playing games with Stephan himself this time. There would be always many sides to the same coin, whether you look at it from the two faces or from the narrow end that was circular and that everyone neglected because of its small impact.
"We will make the heaven's landing soon. I wish you could stay with us forever but you have your own choices to make," Alexandre articulated with a wide smile.
