They returned to the blank room.
Above the shallow lake, tranquility pervaded.
The water plants gently rippled, seeming so tender.
Xilan remained kneeling there, like a prisoner awaiting execution, but now, no one wished to kill him anymore.
Hiris never intended to kill Xilan from the beginning, and Utus, who revered the survival of the fittest, had accepted the miracle of the father, while Laren, who had been struggling all along, eventually gave up on the chance to destroy the miracle.
At that moment, they saw visions of the future.
Hiris sat above the shallow lake, his head bowed as he watched the water that was sometimes turbid, sometimes clear, recalling all the wondrous sights he had beheld.
Hiris touched the mud beneath the lake with his hand, the water plants tenderly enveloping him.
Before they entered this room, all three of them did not know what kind of people they truly were.
