[Five long years have passed]
Quietly standing on his knees, the boy who had grown up muttered:
"I remember how my grandmother and grandfather were arguing about rare animals in the Red Book once. I remember how my grandfather joked that soon they would have to put humans in it too, because with such wars, it wouldn't be a sin to die."
A faint smile appeared on the orphan's face.
"I thought you were joking..."
There was no one left in the area, only the forest that surrounded the small house that had been built many generations ago.
"This is all strange," thought Fujitora.
[Sounds of camera flashes]
"Taking our thoughts into the distance, we open new continents in this boundless world."
"Today it has become obvious that the 'Human Alliance' has been unable to pay on this promissory note what belongs to the 'Union of Life'. Instead of paying this sacred debt, people started wars against the apostles of the original nature of this world."
Said the representative of the ancient race of the Nochans
(Race born from darkness. They possess elven grace, but their skin is coal-black, and instead of hair, they have a silky mane reminiscent of raven feathers - according to the reference book "About the World and its Inhabitants" published by Minmei)
"But we refuse to believe that the 'Justice' bank has gone bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are no funds in the bank's huge vaults." He continued in a rising tone
[A roar of shouts filled the hall]
"We, humans, have never forgotten our debts, we remember every service you have done for us. But allow me, do we not have another year left before the debt repayment deadline?" Parried the representative of the human race
After his words, a cold enveloped all the people who were in the hall
[In the main tower of the Federation]
"Mr. President, do you really believe that we can come to an agreement?" Nervously asked a man in dark glasses.
"Listen to me Arno, we are on the verge of the 4th Great War, do you think they came to us by chance?"
"You mean the Etherials were behind this too?" Nervously summed up the man in dark glasses.
(Etherials are a race of pure energy that inhabits the astral plane. They have no physical form, but can project themselves as shimmering humanoid silhouettes. Etherials possess a deep knowledge of magic and nature, and their intellect far surpasses that of humans. They are servants of the will of the original nature)
A light sigh from the president made the assistant tense, the situation had only been getting worse over the past 20 years. Death breathed down the neck of the entire human race. And most likely he is destined to perish in the abyss of the universe, such is the will of chance.
[After 2 years, humanity entered the Fourth Great War, almost everyone died, and the human race ended its history. After 10 years, only one person will be alive out of all people, he is not destined to revive the race.]