"After all, I'm just a mortal; it's impossible for me to understand everything."
Shard said in his heart, admitting his shortcomings while reaching out to touch the last two stone tablets in front of him.
But suddenly, he heard "Her" laughter beside him:
[You're very good at telling stories.]
The Outlander indeed excelled in storytelling.
[Moreover, I really enjoy the opera of this era. In the opera house, you and I have learned a lot.]
Shard raised an eyebrow, yet he saw the "Silvermoon Slate", "Yellow Moon Tablet", "Red Moon Tablet" surrounding him at the moment overlapping, a glimmer enveloping the last two huge stone tablets fused together.
In the simple engraved patterns on the stone tablet, Shard walked alone in the snow, as if narrating something to an unseen companion:
"Stories, inheriting civilization."
He hesitated for a moment and whispered softly.
