Good bye Ophelia

Ophelia watched as Silva analyzed the whole thing. She didn't say a word, but her face showed that what he said was true.

Silva looked up. His eyes held hidden rage, but he did his best to suppress it. "Ophelia, you mean to say we have all been toys?

We have all been nothing but toys with memories rearranged and twisted to fit what you want? You put your wants over us? You decided that we are nothing more than toys for your free plan?" Silva asked.

"I understand your rage, Silva. I would hate me if I were you too. I was obsessed with wanting to be free. I lost sight of what mattered.

I made myself feel better by saying when I get free, I would fix everything, but enough of my feelings. What I am doing here has contradicted the entire deal with Order.

Order will come for me, and without me, the system will fall. The void will be free, the world tree will vanish, and the demons from all eight continents will merge.