After a brief moment of confusion, Alexia naturally retorted:
"You just said not to sacrifice recklessly, and now you're ready to sacrifice yourself. True to form as the epitaph of our civilization, but we don't need a gravestone to send us, the living, to our funerals."
Her expression was a bit odd: "After all, having a gravestone attend the funeral of the living is always a bit off."
"What's wrong with that, looking down on gravestones? Where we're from, gravestones are also parcel lockers."
Red Spirit quickly urged: "Don't hesitate, you have nothing left to lose anyway. Even if you don't trust me, don't you trust the Deity behind me?"
"After all, the Time Abyss is what remains after the timeline shattered, and as long as we are in the Illusory World, the Divine Art of the Fictional Church can come into play!"
Alexia suddenly had an epiphany.
