Throughout the entire game, he was the only one kept in the dark from beginning to end.

Just then, the boy suddenly saw a disheveled old man beside him. The old man was wearing a white robe embroidered with a twisted clock, and two pieces of paper were scattered around him.

Why did you want to kill me?

Huo Yang asked.

He felt that at this point, they couldn't possibly still be playing riddles with him, could they?

“A prophecy, a prophecy that said killing you would stop our world from sliding into the abyss.”

As expected, the old man stopped making excuses and honestly recounted the whole story.

Huo Yang: "Why aren't you killing them now?"

"It's no use."

The High Priest of Time looked up at the sky.

The world has already begun to fall, and there's no way to stop it now.

Huo Yang's lips twitched in pain; he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

He climbed up a hill covered in earth, which had been heated by the aftershocks of divine power, and opened his arms to shout, trying to vent the frustration in his heart.

But then he suddenly felt something calling to him, and some kind of power was surging and boiling within him.

Then, based on what his younger brother had said before, Huo Yang decided to submit to this power.

——

A gentle breeze blew, and the High Priest of Time looked at the page of the false book that flew in front of him.

Behind the surface, both solutions—the massacre of living beings and the prevention of the ritual—were crossed out, indicating that they had become ineffective.

But... the words "Kill Huoyang" still remain.

The old man froze, then suddenly gripped the paper tightly.

"Why...why? Why! This answer hasn't disappeared even now?!"

"Does this mean that if I kill him now, I can still stop everything?"

The High Priest of Time suddenly looked up at the boy on the earthen hill.

But that boy suddenly vanished with the wind, no longer existing in this time and space.

The old man felt as if he had fallen into the deepest darkness.

He initially believed that his desire to kill Huoyang had caused the monster, the Source of Chaos, to break free from the ritual and drag the world into the abyss... But in reality, killing Huoyang could have stopped any situation!?

Including... a few seconds ago?

A bizarre, ridiculous, strange, and eerie thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

He took out the last fake book, believing that the world was doomed and there was no chance of saving it, so he had never touched this piece of paper, preparing to fall into the abyss with it.

But now, he can ask one last question.

He wrote down the question and saw the answer on the back.

[Male, somewhat unattractive, loyal and devoted to his brother, possesses high mage talent, and is attracted to the dark world of shadow demons and fire spirits.]