Svarog: "Reassessing target status. Threat level rising. Outsiders, I demand you state your true intentions."
March 7th frowned. "Didn't she make it clear? We're here to seal the Stellaron and save Belobog. That's the only way we can leave."
Svarog: "Accessing database… Records show no mention of sealing in humans' limited contact with Stellarons."
"Architects' directive: Any attempt to interact with the Stellaron will cause severe consequences."
"Reassessing target status—threat level at maximum. Peace maintenance protocol temporarily suspended. Requesting activation of elimination protocol."
The Trailblaze duo's expressions darkened instantly, and without a word, they drew their weapons.
Svarog was even harder to reason with than expected.
Resorting to elimination at the slightest disagreement was unreasonably brutal.
"Mr. Svarog, don't!"
Clara stepped back a few paces, spreading her arms to shield the Trailblaze team in front of Svarog.
"Get away from there, Clara." Svarog's palm began charging energy.
"No! Mr. Svarog, don't hurt them!" Clara stood her ground, stubbornly shaking her head.
Leon, uneasy, spread his wings to protect Clara, encircling her.
Seeing Leon's action, Svarog instinctively assumed he was trying to take Clara hostage.
Just as he was about to attack, he noticed Clara's hands on the edges of Leon's wings, pushing them down to reveal her face.
"Mr. Svarog, Clara doesn't want to see the underground's people fighting anymore, or dying in numb despair…"
"If the end is inevitable, why stop everyone from running toward their last shred of hope?"
Svarog's arm lowered slightly.
"Latest calculation: Remaining underground ensures 289 days of survival. Leaving could mean death at any moment."
"But after 289 days, won't everyone still die?"
Clara's eyes welled up, her voice trembling with a faint sob.
"Mr. Svarog, you said you'd grant my every wish…"
"Clara's biggest wish now is for everyone to unite, like family, to face this crisis together."
"Over this time, Clara's come to realize… the results of calculations don't always bring happiness."
"Everyone's like birds trapped in an underground cage, never seeing the blue sky even in death…"
"Even if the world outside the cage isn't perfect, Clara wants to see the real sky with everyone."
Feeling the warmth from Leon's wings, Clara grew even more resolute.
She wouldn't back down anymore.
March 7th, being more emotional, felt her nose sting.
Stelle's eyes still held caution, but she straightened slightly, temporarily easing her attack stance.
At this moment, Svarog's arm fully lowered.
Clara's words weren't without impact on him.
Svarog: "Clara, human emotions always sway them, leading them to choose paths of no return."
"Calculations show this world has lost all variables. Any resistance is meaningless."
"The outsiders' intent to access top-level secrets will hasten this process, bringing the end sooner."
"My mission is to preserve human civilization here. Any…"
"Have you said enough?"
Leon's eyes sharpened, cutting off Svarog's emotionless speech without courtesy.
"It's precisely because humans have emotions that they can muster the courage and will to fight to the end in desperate times."
"It's because of that courage and will that countless miracles are created, and songs of victory are written."
"It's to write those songs that humans dare face fear, cross the barrier of life and death, and find a path to a better tomorrow from despair."
"Unable to understand human emotions, how could your repetitive calculations ever produce a variable?"
"Clara's change, her resilience and courage—could you calculate that?"
"You claim preserving human civilization is your mission, yet you're stripping humans of their right to choose."
"If the world is doomed, the fate of human civilization shouldn't be decided by you."
Leon's voice was powerful and resolute.
His usual faint smile was gone, replaced by a blade-sharp intensity, each word piercing the heart.
Players didn't yet know Svarog's reaction, but they felt their blood surge with excitement.
[Well said!]
[Salute to The Wandering Earth!]
[Leon's words hit hard. It's been three months since I watched The Wandering Earth 2 at Spring Festival, and the core's the same. Epic!]
[What makes humans unique is that, in the face of fear, there's always someone with the courage to cross history, the present, and the future!]
[This speech is next-level. It'd overpower even Moss—what'll Svarog say?]
"Well said!"
Seele appeared, scythe on her shoulder, followed by Bronya and a large group of Wildfire members.
Including the true Wildfire leader.
"Svarog, like Leon said, you have no right to decide our fate."
"Step aside if you know what's good for you. Stop blocking the Furnace Core passage."
Svarog: "Detected large-scale infiltration by armed Wildfire members. Assessing status…"
"Automatic assessment canceled. Assessment system rebooting… Reboot successful."
"Variable one: Clara's plea."
"Variable two: Outsiders' motives."
"Variable three: Human courage and choice."
"Assessment results updated. Generating variable verification program. Generation complete. Initiating program… Initiation successful."
Svarog's gaze swept over everyone, his voice seeming to carry a faint, imperceptible emotion.
"Outsiders, Wildfire members, defeat me. Prove you can bring variables and have the power to stop this world's destruction."
Clara's face filled with urgency. "Mr. Svarog!"
"It's alright, Clara. No need to persuade him. This is the best way to resolve it."
Leon rubbed her head, retracting his wings with a gentle tone.
"We'll show him what humans have eternally etched under the stars."
Clara's face was full of conflict, her eyes darting between Svarog and the group.
After a long moment, she nodded softly.
"Clara understands…"
As Clara moved to the edge of the plaza, Stelle and March 7th flanked Leon.
Beside them were Bronya and Seele with Wildfire's members.
One by one, they drew their weapons, their gazes burning toward Svarog.
Stelle stood tall, boldly raising her bat at Svarog, a grin slowly spreading.
"Rot or burn—we'll prove it to you. Bring it on!"