Whatever was happening in this world, the sun would still rise without conditions and the night would still fall when it was time. No one could stop it and we simply had to go with the flow. As long as we could rise each morning and rest each night.
We do what must be done. Because in the end, we would eventually leave this world, and the world would continue to revolve at its own pace. It was simply a matter of choice how we would want to leave this world to those who were yet to be born.
"It happened."
The air in the meeting room where the council in the Ronmin Empire and a few members of the royal family thickened. It had been three months since what happened to Althea.
