But does time ultimately return to its origin?
This journey, with companions watching over each other day and night, will in the end fade into a faint memory.
Fang Hong stood before the three of them, silent. The three looked back at him, wordless, their hearts perhaps faintly holding on to some hope, but more so bound by the shackles of harsh reality.
Fang Hong did not know how to express himself—
Just like his aimless wandering within the Elf Ruins, as if he had returned to that cold, bone-chilling night in the Forest, a memory still vivid. But in the frigid recollections, there was always a thread of warm light, allowing him to slowly calm down and clench his fists again.
He then looked up at the three, as if coming to a decision, "Tianlan, Gita, Luo Yu, if you wish—"
Gita suddenly raised her small head, staring intently at him.
"If we wish?" Tianlan asked.