Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic
Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
Chapter 265: Their Story
"No, this isn't right!"
The crazed Silver-Eyed One suddenly shouted, and Shard's eyes widened as the silver Light Blade almost flew out of his hand, but he was stopped by Miss Annette next to him:
"She will handle it."
"Hatred only breeds more hatred!"
The Silver-Eyed One yelled, his once frail body now surprisingly robust as he shouted:
"If you kill me, you are merely passing on the hatred. Spare me, end this cycle of hatred, that is the true meaning of Balance. Since you represent Balance, you cannot walk the path of extremes."
Miss Beyas put on a solemn face, looking very divine:
"I... Balance is dynamic, I am both Balance and a human. I just need to hover around that line rather than maintain absolute equilibrium."
Shard looked at her with a smile, recalling the words he had once spoken on a rainy morning.
"Moreover, this notion that 'hatred breeds hatred'..."