"We will definitely keep going."
"..."
"Lord Cyber..."
"I... am here."
"The final journey is about to begin, you've worked hard on this path."
"No, compared to me, it's you who had it the hardest..."
"You are too modest... and from here on, I must rely on you."
"I, I understand..."
"..."
Taking a deep breath, Cyber gently closed his eyes.
Seconds later, he slowly opened them again.
At this moment, his gaze was full of determination.
He raised the sword in his hand, pointing toward the already shattered city gate ahead:
"My people, let's go! We... are going home!"
His voice was filled with sincere emotion.
"Going home!"
The Frost Elves behind him also raised their rusty longswords.
Then, they stepped forward, walking into the dark and deathly silent city...
...
This Elf City, commemorating Feilengcui, had long since fallen into disrepair. On the streets, traces of battles from over two thousand years ago could still be seen.
