White hair fluttered in the biting cold wind, like slowly melting fine snow.
In her last glance—Tang—finally saw springtime.
…But,
Why?
Why couldn't even she survive? Why, in order to preserve human history… why did even an old grandma have to die so painfully?
He choked up, holding her headless corpse, crying without a sound. At that moment… he finally understood the immense cost humanity must bear to preserve an era.
Since then, he wore the mask.
A leader does not need to display emotions. Everyone he cared for could become a tool for his enemies.
So—if a leader is emotionless and cold, completely concealing his feelings, becoming a cold statue praised by people, then no one would be hurt because of him.
One by one, people passed by, like torches being exchanged.
Crossing over the corpses of predecessors, silently falling in the blazing flames.
