Sterl stood still, having activated the passive effect of Shadow Stealth. The patrolling soldiers did not notice an extra figure on the city wall.
Looking down—
The soldiers below, who had completely lost their humanity and resembled the frenzied elves from the Wind Song tribe that had attacked him earlier, filled Sterl with a sense of sorrow and reflection.
Sterl had no clear understanding of the Dark Moon Goddess's exact plans.
However, because of her plan, the fate of an entire world's living beings was sealed—they were destined to march towards death! Even before their demise, their self-will had been stripped away by the world's will, which was supposed to protect them.
"Why am I even feeling sorry for them..." Sterl felt a pang of sadness for a few seconds but quickly shook his head. He realized he was being hypocritical. He lamented the cold-bloodedness of the Dark Moon Goddess for destroying this world.
