From then on, an eternal wait and despair ensued...
Day after day, year after year.
The severely damaged Gear Emperor still guarded his throne.
He protected his kin, who were slowly going mad in pain and darkness, and his homeland that had nothing but despair... until the very end of time.
Now, after an endless stretch of time, the door opened once again.
Behind the shattered mask armor of the Gear Emperor, the silent skeleton raised its head with difficulty.
Looking toward the source of light.
He saw the young man.
The hollow eye sockets seemed to be illuminated by an illusion of hope.
"Nice to meet you, Sun Caster," Huai Shi said with a solemn bow, "Thank you for your guidance and expectations all this time."
"Following your call and request..."
"I have come to kill you."
In that moment, Huai Shi drew his sword and stepped forward, disregarding the countless incursions of despair.
He foolishly walked into the Sea of Curses.
Seeking his own death.
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