Chapter 250
The shadow and the colossus of steel clashed.
To restore the world he failed to protect, a warrior who claimed to be a god stood his ground, and against him, the Shadow Lord moved his pitch-black colossal form.
Abandoning his former self, he resolved to remain Saxon’s Dailo willingly.
The truth is always cruel. Not even those who claim to be the sovereigns of truth could be exempt.
Raised as a hero of another realm, I remember the blood spilled in this world. Nor have I forgotten the world I failed to protect. Yet there was nothing I could undo.
The mana filling this world multiplied endlessly, swallowing Dale’s world whole.
And each time, Dale too, as the Shadow Lord, confronted it, scattering darkness and cold.
As the hero said, the mana filling the earth could be the power to restore the world, yet it could also become a weapon driving it toward destruction.
And the hero was willing to use that power as a weapon of apocalypse.
To reclaim the world he had failed to protect.
I couldn’t let that happen. Even if nanomachines swallowed this planet once more and overlaid the landscapes of the past, it would ultimately be nothing but a lie.
There is no such thing as a beautiful lie. Truth and falsehood are not beauty and ugliness.
The world of his past life was destroyed.
That was the inescapable truth, and that was all.
“There’s nothing that can be undone.”
“Ah, is that so?”
The warrior laughed. From within the steel-clad armored weapon, a laugh flowed out as if in utter disbelief.
