The samples born from the experiment were supposed to disappear with the end of the experiment, but their unexpected survival made them question their self-identity and unable to find meaning in their existence.
A fire igniting the essence of the Holy City was merely to find an enemy for their bewildered future.
Eager to give their lives meaning through this enemy, "justice" sounded like a pretty good word.
In a daze, Zhuang Xiao felt that warm force penetrating her thoughts.
She felt the Lord of the Holy City, that great existence, looking down at her, the lost survivor, with a compassionate gaze, peeling away her inner self, laying bare every thought she had in front of Him, and because of this, Zhuang Xiao felt… ashamed.
Because the Lord of the Holy City pointed directly to the truth.
Her self-destructive "justice" was indeed to leave something in this world before the flame of life extinguished.
