"Or countless other races," Mordra replied.
"The promise placed before them is always the same."
"Power. Purpose. A chance to become something greater than they were." She paused. " But those promises are only bait."
"The System encourages them to struggle, evolve, and surpass their limits, all while quietly steering them toward the role Drugar has prepared for them."
Her silver eyes met mine.
"To every candidate, it appears that victory leads to freedom...It does not."
"The path has only two endings: Death...or servitude."
I fell silent.
After everything she'd explained... I finally understood what the King's Game truly was. It wasn't a competition to decide a king. It was a selection process.
And everyone still competing, including me...was walking toward the same destination without even realizing it.
"The King's Game is about to begin soon," I said quietly. "So...the winner of the King's Game basically becomes his puppet."
"Yes."
Mordra gave a slow nod.
