The Universe Is Truly Small

Within the range of a hundred thousand light-years, all the barbarians seemed to have lost their spirit.

'Did the ancestral souls disintegrate just like that?'

'What if their leader is only sleep-talking?'

They didn't have the courage to accept the truth.

Each planet of the Barbarian Race had its respective Barbarian God Palace. The statue of their ancestors resided in those establishments.

In their hearts, their ancestors stood as their guardian angels.

'But now, are they truly gone forever?' 

They couldn't accept the reality.

The tormented voice of their leader was transmitted once again.

"The ancestral souls have passed over. The entire race grieves for them."

His voice struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

The crowd lost the colors on their faces.

'Is it real? Did the souls of their ancestors succumb to the afterlife?!'

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