Everyone is developing, and no one will stop.
To avoid waking Aunt Heidi who was asleep, Gawain quietly got up and left the desk. He first draped a piece of clothing over Aunt Heidi, then walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window of the study, gazing at the cityscape outside—under the slowly sinking sunset, Cecil remained bustling and vibrant.
This was a rapidly developing city, and with the end of the war, the development across the southern borders would similarly accelerate.
Yet as Cecil advanced, others also advanced. On this path of progress, no one would stop to wait for the steps of those lagging behind.
The development of Typhon was unexpectedly swift, but Gawain believed that not only Typhon was progressing—even the seemingly outdated Anzu, the inflexible and traditional church, must have its own process of development, especially in the event of war, their progress would only speed up.
