Ende left, the carriage raised dust and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, while Ban'er just stood there, somewhat dejectedly looking at the remaining hallucinogen, the liquid inside the exquisite glass shimmering like starlight.
It was the key everyone longed for, the key to the Celestial Kingdom, with its brilliant light swirling within, Ban'er couldn't resist picking up one. A sharp iron whistle sounded from afar – the Death Gods were riding towards them.
There was no prospect of capture; even though he wasn't clear on what their plan was, Ban'er knew that his journey ended here.
Ban'er took a deep breath. It's hard for a normal person to face death calmly, and he was no exception, but for the sake of his thoughts, he remained.
"I'll ascend to the Celestial Kingdom..."
He comforted himself this way, then turned his gaze to the remaining people in the room.
"All of you, over here! Prepare your weapons!"
