Just the sounds, these sounds alone, conveyed an indescribable despair and fear that was enough to shatter the mind of an ordinary person.
Mordell, the God of Darkness
Evan was certain that it was that being, the culprit behind Peros's endless darkness, the ultimate enemy of human civilization, and the demon they had to overcome if they wanted to embrace a bright future.
"It was just a sound..."
Just the sound, just a whisper, was enough to evoke a flood of negative emotions in Evan.
Why struggle when faced with inevitable death? Why not just give up and fight back?
Why yearn for light? Since darkness is unshakeable anyway, why not join it and become a member of the fallen?
Despair will inevitably descend upon this world, and no matter how hard you try, everything you cherish will vanish.
Those voices whispered in Evan's mind, trying to influence his thinking in this way.
Coupled with sheer despair and pressure, and with inside and outside forces working together, even the most determined warriors will lose hope.
Evan's inner world seemed to have been swallowed by darkness, leaving only his own existence and a faint glimmer of light, which could be swallowed up at any moment.
but……
"That's enough, enough of your nonsense."
"boom……"
A flame, a constantly flickering golden flame, bursts forth from his heart; it is Evan's inner fire, a testament to his faith and willpower.
“A predetermined death? Who gave us that judgment? Who gave you the courage to say that?”
We humans are constantly progressing and growing; no one knows how brilliant our tomorrow will be.
Even knowing they are no match for the Dark Erosion Beast, they will bravely raise their weapons and fight, doing their utmost to defend their homeland in order to bring reinforcements.
As scholars, they are most aware of the future of human civilization, but they will not despair because of this. Instead, they strive to record every detail of their civilization, so as not to let oblivion become the last death of this era.
Human beings, through their own will, prove their determination.
A patch of darkness was burned by flames, and despair and fear continued to erode his mind.
"A bright future doesn't exist? So what? Even though we're still struggling, our present is already bathed in light."
Each and every one of us is a part of this light and fire; if darkness engulfs the future, we will become new light.
The spear of dawn flashes, and new light surges forth with the power of the soul.
Evan knew the names of everyone in the community, their dreams, and the efforts they had made to achieve their current lives.
Aunt Susan from Second Street is one of the most experienced workers in the textile factory. She hopes that the clothes she knits can warm everyone.
Mr. Jack of Sixth Street is a member of the Home Guard and has experienced facing the three-headed Dark Erosion Beast as an ordinary person.
And there's John from First Street, Jerry from Fourth Street...
Countless faces flashed through my mind: these ordinary people, creating their own light in this dark apocalypse.
Despair dissipated, leaving only fear, and a final attempt was still being made.
"I will bring them light, I will destroy the endless darkness, face the fear, and welcome our tomorrow."
Evan, who once served as the top leader, promised everyone that a bright future would surely come to this world.
He will use his own strength to defeat all the enemies lurking in the darkness.
While still inside the forging workshop, a flash of dark red flame suddenly appeared on the Twilight Sword, and at that moment, Evan was filled with determination.
Darkness, fear, and despair receded in the light and fire. The God of Darkness had only intended to test Evan. Whether Evan fell or remained steadfast in his resolve was of no consequence to Him.
"A brave human being, quite interesting. I wonder if you will become one of my nemesis's comrades in that inevitable battle?"
He severed the connection, and Joels' ashes vanished completely, leaving no trace.
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