He only wanted to be still now.
"Farewell, Saint,"
Link Grande bid goodbye to Lotson sincerely, then no longer resisted the guidance of the light engulfing him and walked towards an unknown territory.
Lotson gazed at Link Grande's extremely desolate figure, as if seeing his own past life.
That day, The Saint of Nostrodamus had met his demise amidst a similar, if not greater, desolation.
Who would choose to die if they could live?
Who would accept bondage if they could be free?
Until Link Grande's figure disappeared from his sight, Lotson remained trapped in his memories.
During this time, the Supreme Council's Parallel Universe Office, acting on the will of a certain Saint, had forcefully intervened in every level of management and all actions of the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell.
