As the grandest, most splendid ritual, perhaps it can earn a glance from our master upon this world.
Either way, it's better than eternally wandering in this cage, neither alive nor dead.
This is a team marching in despair towards a destined destruction.
Every step is taken on the road to their own end.
Yet no one voiced any complaints.
They have waited for so long, regardless of what the final result is, at least they have already tried.
In the endless waiting, action itself has become the greatest luxury.
Even if ahead is utter nothingness, it's better than stagnating in this forgotten fog, gradually worn away to the last shape by time.
This silent march is their fiercest, yet most tragic defiance against their fate.
They have already prepared long ago.
...
...
In stark contrast to the solemn and tragic depths of the Mist Mountain Range, Elda is now bathed in a nearly untimely stillness and peace.
