"Perhaps only that red-haired Groska woman truly believed in that great destiny—only when death caught up to her did she begin to slightly understand."
"She would have been better off not understanding," the Templar Knight gently shook his head, then looked surprised as the warrior took another step forward. "Where are you going?"
"I am going to keep moving forward."
"Why?"
"Aren’t you curious? After realizing that this expedition is aningless, why do I still keep walking? Don’t you want to know the reason?"
The Templar Knight just quietly watched him.
"I think... I want to understand what exactly it is," the warrior said softly, looking at the deep red in the twilight. "The kingdom has already been destroyed, perhaps the entire civilized world has been too, but I still want to keep going... to find out what it is that gradually kills the sky and the earth."
The Templar Knight quietly looked at this last traveling companion, silent for a long ti, and finally sighed deeply.
"It’s unreachable."
The warrior turned his head, "What?"
"That red light, it doesn’t fall on the land."
Under the warrior’s helt, a surprised expression finally appeared on his face.
"When the Prophet’s soul detached from the earth, he lingered for a full hour. During this hour, from a high place, he saw a broader panorama—our world is a sphere floating in an endless void, and that light... is greater than the land under our feet, more distant than the faraway sky."
As the Templar Knight spoke, she picked up a shattered ruby from the grass.
"He told in the end that the astrologers’ theory was correct: the stars and the ground relate as the scholars described, all floating celestial bodies in a vast space... My friend, that deep red you seek doesn’t cleave the earth, but ’everything.’"
"The only thing unexplainable is, why can we always see that light from a specific direction on the earth—despite the earth rotating just like the other stars, that light seems directly printed in front of our eyes, crossing the sky from east to west, making us always think it falls on the land..."
"This was the Prophet’s last confusion, and perhaps, it would beco the last confusion left to this world."
The warrior’s body stilled, and for so reason, an inexplicable chill... began to spread throughout his body.
Thus, a long, long ti ago, in a far, far place, during the last peaceful twilight, a man finally understood the shape of the world beneath his feet.
Just before the end of the world.
"Take a rest," the Templar Knight’s voice was soft, gentle for the first ti towards soone before the expanding deep red covered the sky. "It’s all over."
It’s all over.
What should one do when everything ends?
The warrior was silent for a mont, then silently drew the longsword from his waist.
He had planned to use this sword to defeat the formidable enemy at the place where the red light fell, just like those great heroes of legend.
But now, it seed, the sword was too short, far too short to reach the stars, let alone destiny.
He and his civilization had not even had ti to prepare for destiny—the extinguished lamp did not know from where the wind ca.
He raised the blade, crafted with the finest materials and highest skill of the kingdom, high above, and then with all his strength, hurled it towards the sky—
In the last mont the longsword left his hand, he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he seed to hear a voice in the wind—
"Who are you? Where are you from?"
The warrior did not know where the voice ca from, nor if it had truly existed, but in this brief, eternal mont, what erged in his mind was a sentence often muttered by a forr companion—
"We trek towards the end of the world."
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