"Impossible!"
"How could this happen?"
"It's changed! All the fates have changed!"
The Holy Master sat paralyzed on the ground, clutching his head and roaring in agony, as if he had gone mad.
After a long time.
He looked at the Dark Divine Master, his eyes red and filled with deep sorrow.
He and the Dark Holy Master were not just superior and subordinate, but more like confidants and friends, sharing similar temperaments and ideals and respecting each other.
In life's journey, one encounters countless people, but those who remain etched in memory are blood relatives, revered teachers, best friends, and rivals who appreciate each other.
All others are but smoke in the past.
"Do not be saddened!"
"We are lone wanderers in the darkness, long prepared for our downfall..."
The Dark Divine Master appeared quite philosophical, not much troubled or saddened, only unable to let go of the future of the Dark Temple.
He gazed at the Star Sea, stars gleaming majestically.
