"Whether it is so or not, Sir Cohen, it seems that in this world, the only surviving humans may be us."
Turning around to gesture, the city walls had long since collapsed, and on these once plains, now a plateau, there was almost nothing to be seen.
"Perhaps new humans will appear, but no one knows when exactly, and this world, even though cleansed by a flood, remains very dangerous. If possible, I hope we can journey together."
"You don't plan to stay here and rebuild this city?"
Looking at the undying Sacred Fire with some surprise, Cohen then glanced at it.
"This place was given to Bronze Humanity by the Olympian Gods, but now, when they have destroyed Bronze Humanity with their own hands, I shall no longer regard them as deities."
Shaking his head, Nuo's smile was very gentle.
