The young deity slumped powerlessly onto the throne, carelessly tossing aside the dark box.
A burst of urgent music emanated from the box, the voices faded, leaving only the roars of monsters.
Had they… lost?
Observing the young deity devoid of any vigor, Ali felt uneasy.
"Ah, my dungeon scrolls! That idiotic sniper! If I ever see him, I'll shoot him on sight! And that DPS! I'll DPS him to death!"
Suddenly, the young deity burst into a tirade, furiously cursing before finally sitting up, gasping for air.
"What do you want?"
The young deity looked at Ali, who stood at a distance, scratched his face, picked up the flat black box, pressed it a few times, and set it aside, "Forget what you just saw."
"By Nid above! My lord, I swear on my soul, everything I just witnessed will never be disclosed!"
Those possibly lost to the war, their sacrifices may forever remain unknown.
Silently, Ali mourned for them for a moment.