Year 4286, Ivar Galaxy.
Within the star system, two crowns, one gold and one silver, shone together, illuminating the empty space. Two figures shuttled back and forth across the galaxy, colliding and battling each other.
The speeding figure was like a flash of light, exploding everywhere in the space. The broken energy spread across the vast universe, swallowing up the small meteorites and comets that it encountered by chance, and then rushed to the end of the endless galaxy.
Following behind the two crowns were two almost identical groups of angels. One of them had turned its wings into a rebellious bright red to show that it was different from before.
The scorching sun and the cold moon intertwined, the broken pieces of the crown were scattered in the sky, and the shocking blazing fire fell, which was beautiful and sad.
"Why, Raguel." The archangel holding a flaming sword looked down at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure below. It was his sister who grew up with him and was also his closest companion in the past.
"Why? Because I don't want to see my brother say goodbye here, that's all." Raiquel looked up at his admirable brother.
Once Michael's plan succeeds, not only will the two worlds gradually separate and no longer interfere with each other, but it will also mean that the Sun Crown will collapse in the Sea of Aegir, and its holder himself, including angels in other energy forms involved in the plan, will die and disappear at the end of the plan.
“If happiness means sacrificing one group of people to fulfill the needs of another, then I think this is not happiness, but misfortune.”
"So? Show your mercy as the moon, Raiguel." Michael shook his head and was silent for a while.
"That's just a simple escape. Simply running away won't solve the fundamental problem. Our civilization has reached the brink of extinction, forced into this narrow corner with nowhere to retreat."
"However, turning other members of the tribe into angels is not suitable for everyone. If they are forced to change, it means losing their emotions." Raiguier talked about everything that had happened recently.
In order to implement the plan, a large number of angels are needed as nodes of the throne, distributed throughout the galactic universe, entering the middle area of the Sea of Aegka, and then guiding the gradual separation of the two cosmic dimensions.
But not every soul is suitable to be a pure angel. In order to adapt, it means giving up some things, such as rich emotions.
"I've already told everyone that everyone is implementing the plan voluntarily. It's not mandatory." Migale looked at the silver-haired girl and gave his final explanation.
"That sounds nice, but what's the difference between that and turning a living person into a statue? Can such a person still be considered alive?" Raiquel shouted. She seemed unable to accept such a thing. Those familiar faces were like relatives to her, and she could not accept such alienation.
"Of course I know this isn't right, but what can you change with just your thoughts?" Michael yelled.
"You are a despicable person who can only talk big. You are useless! Powerless! At a loss! Why don't you come up with a way to change this world!" Tears fell in the sky.
"I! Will become a god, change this world, save this world." The golden crown shone like the sun, shining brightly.
"But you will lose yourselves forever, becoming emotionless machines, talking corpses, destroying yourself in your final song."
Raiquel spoke of the scene that had brought her despair. She did not care about the continuation of civilization or the future development of mankind. She only cared about the present, the people and things that were familiar to her.
"My determined and resolute brother, you are so arrogant, so arrogant that you think your actions are absolutely correct and unique." Laiguier closed his eyes slightly, and the moon crown behind him slowly rose, competing with the sun for brilliance.
The pinnacle of virtue is like sin. Unwavering loyalty, so resolute that it disregards all else, is also a form of arrogance, an arrogance so great that it disregards any opposing opinions or ideas.
"Indeed, the Sea of Eka has caused disaster in the past, but who can say there isn't a hopeful path within it? If we can find a new path within it..."
"Even now, I am still grateful for this world with extraordinary power. It is so wonderful and beautiful, adding more color to this monotonous world."
"Even though darkness and chaos did arise from it, something more vibrant and beautiful also emerged..."
"But in that world that is not the past, in a world where everything is sliding towards disorder and chaos, no beautiful things will be born." Another voice denied this.
"Not all futures can be applied to the past. You are simply indulging in illusory beauty, moving yourself with almost idealistic words."
Migale looked at his kind and innocent sister and shook his head slowly. His kind thoughts without any realistic reasoning were nothing but wishful thinking that moved him.
The two men expressed their respective thoughts and reasons, fighting in space and among the galaxies, until finally, the shining golden blade pierced the silver figure.
"Goodbye, my sister."
The long sword pierced through the crown and body, and the beautiful figure gradually dissipated in the space, turning into silver light particles that surrounded Michael.
"Goodbye, my brother."
In the silver light particles, the sun's crown gradually collapsed, and finally dissipated among the vast galaxy together with the moon.
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Loran Hill looked at the fragments of past time, the two crowns colliding and intertwining with each other, and the two different ideas and concepts.
Perhaps their starting point was the same, all for the continuation of civilization in the future, but they took different paths.
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