"If I were Sir Ahtal, I would wisely give up, rather than taint my hands with the lives of tens of thousands and embark on a point of no return,"
"Otherwise, it's a matter of making a choice here and now."
The cold wind brushed past, and the girl's casual, indifferent voice was colder than the snow, abandoning her own title of hero for someone she barely knew, staining herself with the blood of countless people, losing the favor of the gods.
Was it worth it?
There was no need for an answer, as everyone present had already come to a conclusion.
Xi Mu silently took a sip from his flask, while nearby Eden quietly lowered her eyelids, concealing her emotions.
The warmth emitted from the fire seemed no longer able to dispel the cold.
"It's enough, Sir Ahtal," Mist smiled and consoled Ahtal, "You have already done enough for me."
