Six Crystal Men stood in a line, expressionless, each with a dusty face.
The once prevalent obsession with cleanliness was no longer present.
As the administrator, Lu Yuan finally added a line: [As of year 801 of the Ninth Epoch, there are only three members of the Crystal Concrete Civilization still alive.]
"Three seniors, shall we take a photo for remembrance?"
The three Crystal Men stared at this information, suddenly at a loss for words.
A subtle emotion brewed in their chests.
Was it joy? Trepidation?
Sentimentality? Sorrow?
It was indescribable.
Their memories were long fragmented, and they couldn't even remember their own names.
Yet now, suddenly seeing information about their civilization, emotions surged like tidal waves.
"Good... good, they've left following the Gear Civilization... good..."
"But many companions... have died too."
Big Crystal Man's voice trembled, eyes scanning the photo of thirty-seven radiant companions, only three elders remaining now.
