Seeing the towering dark construct - their transport - eventually breaking apart under the relentless assault of the Abyss creatures with his own eyes, Emery couldn't help but to feel despair.
All the cruel battles that had taken place, as well as the countless lives lost within, had all happened for the sake of seeing their transport - their way out of this dying planet - destroyed in the end.
No matter how strong of willpower one had, they would definitely be affected by this kind of situation.
Confused as to what he should do now that the construct was basically gone, Emery once again asked the spirit being that was nestled in the wooden armor on his arm.
He wanted to know the reason.
"Why? Why did you destroy it?".
The answer that Emery received, however, was something he wasnt expecting.
