"I didn't do anything wrong."
Roger muttered to himself, like a madman, and he repeated this sentence for a long time.
The cold wind after the rain has not yet dissipated, and from time to time, continuous thin threads fall down, scratching across the rough metal.
Winter is coming to Old Dunling, and no one knows when the first snow will fall, dragging the city into a cold abyss.
"This war has lasted too long. What is the difference between the choices we make now and those made thousands of years ago? We are still trying to survive, hoping for a glimmer of hope.
But has hope really come? Who can give us hope
There is nothing, it’s all in vain.”
Roger felt his stomach churning and he vomited a large amount of blood, followed by a surge of severe pain.
The scars left by his consciousness are reflected on his body, which is on the verge of collapse. Even though he is affected by the Unspeakable, Roger is still no match for Edlund. He is the head of the Demon Hunting Cult, the Pope of the Evangelical Church, and the original Watcher.
He was born a strong warrior, and he remained strong even when tortured and troubled.
Roger's ridicule in front of him was all forced. Edlen was fully capable of killing him, but when he mobilized all his strength, that would be the time for the Unspeakable to take advantage of the situation.
It was a trap, but Edlen was alert and never stepped into it.
"Someone has to make a change. If that's the case, why not embrace greatness? Perhaps this is the way out that is destined for mankind."
Roger seemed to be talking to someone, but also seemed to be talking to himself endlessly.
His consciousness was in a daze, and the part of him that belonged to "Roger Cruz" had been polluted many years ago. He was distorted and crushed, leaving only a broken will, dominated by darkness, and making the final resistance.
Roger knew very well that he had died long ago, just like "Roger Cruz" and "Edren Levien". They had both died in the Well of Sublimation many years ago, and what walked out of it were nothing more than driven souls.
"Someone has to break the ice, someone has to make a change."
Roger slowly clenched his fists and tried to stand up, but the wind here was very strong, whistling past and bringing a biting chill.
A magnificent view came into view, with a vague figure standing atop a lone spire.
“How beautiful…”
Looking down at Old Dunling, Roger sighed.
He stood on top of a towering spire, the highest point of Old Dunling. From here he could easily have a panoramic view of Old Dunling, overlooking this complex and sophisticated city. Under Roger was the core of the purification mechanism.
Broken Dome.
Amid the rolling sea of clouds, Roger could see the lurking iron whales, cruising and circling above the old Dunling, casting a glow, gazing at the earth and observing the people and things on it.
"Change is always disturbing, but as long as you adapt to it, it's fine. It's like 'evolution'. Humans are constantly evolving, discarding useless things and using all available tools." Roger said with a thrilling laugh.
"This is the eve of ascension, the first step in humanity's great sublimation. Perhaps... perhaps in this sublimation, self-consciousness is the inferior quality that needs to be eliminated?"