"But ironically, this did not happen. With my participation, the flames of war did not spread to that region of stars, but by the time I joined the war and then had an audience with Azan Ross, a long time had passed; the Ramasitia people had perished over the ages. I was well aware of this, and thus felt lost, questioning the meaning of the cosmos and the existence of the Divine."
"After meeting Azan Ross, we drifted in alien, silent star systems, carrying knowledge and mysteries that seemed meaningless to us, struggling to return to our homeland... But whether it was fate's trick, while wandering in that star system where no god seemed to reside, after an indeterminate period, we unexpectedly discovered a spectacle we could not comprehend, something truly akin to the treasure of Creation's mysteries..."
Ramasitia's tone was lingering, her gaze gradually moved from the Avatar of Azan Ross on the table to the Fisher in front of her.
