"Despair Ava, is she truly dead?"
Mu You gazed at the darkened liquid crystal in front of him, questioning in his heart.
Although it was just a clone program, Despair Ava had, in her final moments, acquired a soul's pattern of thought.
Thinking of the voice that wished him luck in those last moments, Mu You felt a slight pang of regret as it faded away.
"Strictly speaking, the demise of a mechanical program shouldn't be described as 'death'."
"We are the Watchers, inheritors of the divine will, silently guarding the barely surviving civilization of the Star Spirit World in this world that should have perished, for tens of thousands of years. At the moment the 'soul' was born, the mission we set for ourselves in the past was completed, and the ancient duty of the Watchers finally came to an end."