"I miss home... Vlad."

Ernie said this with a soft sigh, "You obviously wouldn't understand, because you don't hate seeing the World Tree perish, but I can't... I feel it's wrong, but I can't find a reason, nor can I find the right."

Ernie, looking utterly bewildered, sighed and clutched her head, saying, "I have no right to do anything, to save anything... because what I cared about should have vanished long ago."

Perhaps, all those outside of reason should ultimately become people who enjoy themselves... No, using that term seems too unserious. To put it more seriously, it's "nihilism" and "amusing ourselves to death."

"The World Tree will be destroyed, races will perish, just like what happens in some demiplanes every moment now... The Nine Realms will collapse, but that's just the Nine Realms, and all of this is far too insignificant."

Ernie sighed as she spoke, concluding, "That's what my reason tells me, but I can't seem to ignore it all. At the very least... I want an answer from Ira Elkaras!"

"But does it really make sense? I don't know... So, I want to go to the Prime Material Plane—just to take a look."

"..."

Infinite dimensions, the gods are dead... perhaps Vereesa is right—

Everything is meaningless.

...

But Ernie… at least Ernie herself, she couldn’t accept this viewpoint, even though she knew it was all true, even though she knew it very clearly.