What was the original wish
Roger thought hard, but over the long years, the weight of that period of time was compressed to an insignificant level, so much so that if it weren't for Lorenzo's words, Roger would have almost forgotten it completely.
Taking a weary step forward, he wondered what that thing was coming from.
That moment that changed my life.
Gradually, Roger seemed to recall that day. Ever since he could remember, he had been living under a gloomy and depressing steel sky. Many times, he wanted to leave and see the outside world and see the existence described in the book.
But those monster-like secret keepers stopped him and warned him that the outside world had been destroyed and only ruins remained.
It was a desolate and dilapidated world. There was no need to explore or develop it. All Roger had to do was to work with the Secret Keepers to maintain this huge library, record all the glory of mankind, and then die in silence while embracing such glory.
Roger was very scared at that time. He was not worried that he would become a monster like the Secret Keeper. He just felt sad when he thought that he would spend the rest of his life here.
until…
Until one day, the closed door was opened.
“It’s been so long.”
Roger stopped and muttered to himself.
His eyes seemed somewhat confused, and half of his face had been completely torn apart. Under the peeling skin was not scarlet flesh, but deep darkness, as if his flesh, blood, bones, and even internal organs had been devoured by the darkness at some point in time, and now all that was left was a skin bag and a clay doll.
There were more and more fine cracks, and as the gaps expanded, the darkness within seemed to have substance and continued to spread out. Black particles could be clearly seen surging, gathering into smoke and slowly spreading out.
In this disturbing depth, the sound of peaceful sleeping echoed, and from time to time, scarlet threads opened and turned into hundreds of red eyes.
"When did I become like this?"
Roger's thoughts gradually stiffened. Looking around, he saw corpses and ruins everywhere. The defense line of the Mechanical Institute was easily conquered, and the huge industrial area was full of fallen iron skeletons.
Some are large machines that have long been abandoned, while others are original sin armors that fell not long ago.
At this moment, the shocking sound of artillery fire continued, but most of it did not reach Roger's ears. He was walking forward while thinking, as if taking a walk. Then, thousands of troops galloped from behind him, and the demons with bared fangs and claws rolled over corpses and steel, and rushed into the mechanical yard where the fire was burning.
"Is this what I want to do? Or is this a decision I made due to the interference of the Unspeakable?"
Roger thought deeply, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not come up with an answer.
He no longer had any extra options, and even if there was a completely different answer, Roger would not give up.
It could be due to his own reasons, or it could be due to the secret control of the unspeakable...
"Anyway, I can't stop, Edlen."
Roger muttered to himself.