However, the White-Haired Prophet couldn't receive such mercy.
He would drift through infinite time, reincarnating, being reborn... just like the fish swimming upstream, or the moths charging into the fire, endlessly pursuing the final answer for his desires.
A perfect ending.
Just as the Glorious Light casts shadows, questions seek answers, Ian gradually awakens in this endless phantasmal realm.
He gazes at all of this.
An Ian with a smile on his face and wings on his back, petite and nimble, floats on the flower paths of the Domain of Void, surrounded by countless Fae who fly around him, listening to their Prophet recounting the road ahead.
An Ian stands on a cliff, donned in a military uniform, gazing at the distant city, determined to initiate a massive revolution as a Pioneer, aiming to fundamentally overthrow every chaos in Terra, otherwise, he would never find peace.
