No matter how many times he lost.
No matter how many times he died.
No matter how many times he lost everyone.
No matter how many times he lost himself.
No matter how many times his blade shattered.
No matter how many times he despaired.
No matter how many times he saw them all die.
No matter how many times he faced that monster…
No matter how many times he fell down.
He always got back up.
[Was it worth it?]
The sea of blood became restless, something…someone was rising.
[Was it worth it?]
The blood turned into steam, hot steam that rose high up, tsunamis raged forth as the tranquility of blood was interrupted.
"I don't know yet!"
The answer finally came, accompanied by a column of fire. A beacon of hope.
Elijah soared up high, his vibrant flames dyed the world an orange hue.
"I don't know…yet!"
He answered the tower. He didn't know it's worth…yet. BUT!
He would find it, no matter what.
[Yes.]
