"It's just like a story crafted by a minstrel, to think it would happen to you—how amusing!"
Standing atop the vast Cloud Sea, on the summit of the mountains, Muria, having listened to Aeolus's account, sighed softly.
"Alright, you don't need to worry about what comes next, I'll handle it! You just continue with your unfinished journey!"
After saying this, Muria turned back and smiled at his son, and then, under the confused gaze of Aeolus, who had finished pouring out his "tragic" experience, a temporary Teleportation Array formed beneath his feet.
Subsequently, the force of Space, not allowing any resistance from Aeolus, enveloped him and directly dragged him away through teleportation.
"Think you can come home without breaking through to legend?" Muria hummed after Aeolus had disappeared without a trace, knowing that he was now prepared to abdicate and was just waiting for his son to take over the burden on his shoulders.
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