"Fire... did you see it?"
Dao Ruins spoke calmly to his silent heart.
"This, is my chosen, way of guarding."
There was no response from the Fire emblem.
Dao Ruins no longer paid it any mind.
He knew that from today onwards, his relationship with the Fire had completely changed.
He was no longer a "pawn" chosen by the Fire, but an independent "entity" standing at the same height, or even... subtly surpassing it.
He was Dao Ruins.
A living "Ruins of Dao" walking on the Sea of Realms Dam.
He stepped forward and continued to walk.
His figure remained solitary, remained indifferent.
Yet under his feet, every step taken made the eternally silent dam seem to subtly resonate with him.
...
At the same time.
On the other end of the Sea of Realms, in an indescribable, unobservable "Land of Truth."
Here, there is no time and space, no matter, only pure "will" and "concepts" interwoven.
