At least, that's how it was for the Federation shareholders.
Fear, like a plague, once again shrouded this land that had just glimpsed a ray of light. Although this was not Jon's intention, reaching this point was no longer within his control.
Furthermore, as he stepped from middle age into old age, he gradually understood that relying on kindness could earn sympathy and unity among his own people, but it couldn't earn the recognition and compromise of his enemies.
Only fiercer flas can punish the burning sins, and only more thorough violence can end another violent machine.
They must launch a more thorough revolution!
Just like the Wastelanders who united to end Kael's tyranny before, now they must, like the great Pioneers, join hands to stop this machine that is spiraling out of control!
Fortunately, his "Lord" is gentle.
He did not make soone who had spent a lifeti doing good deeds play the villain, but instead left the choice to him and those behind him.
Whether to die calmly with a tattered body in silence, or to burn gloriously once more before the useless flesh rots!
For His will—
Or rather, for those Gray n who can hear His voice, or those who can't hear but can feel the burning of their Souls!
Each of them is their own savior, each of them is Colin!
This was what Jon realized in his fiftieth year of life.
Growing old like his father, he suddenly rembered the man who prayed before nightfall, recalled the wish he made initially, and finally understood the destiny that truly belonged to him.
He should have realized it long ago.
It turns out, the esteed Lord Colin had already given him the final answer before everything began, he just never grasped the hidden aning in that distant whisper—
"...I will be the first to die."
Facing the gun barrels surrounding him and those blusterous yet timid threats, Jon's old face had a relieved smile, devoid of any regret.
His Divine spirit had never deceived him, nor had it ever left his side.
He not only benevolently fulfilled a tiny mortal's wish but also prepared a gratifying finale for his life's curtain before the tide of that age roared.
'Praise my Lord.'
'Our encounter... must be one of the most beautiful miracles in this universe.'
Unard, he spread his arms, looked at the exoskeleton soldiers retreating constantly out of fear, and uttered his last sentence in this life, the most powerful one, without a hint of "Spiritual Energy" in the Spell.
"Go ahead, my children."
"I forgive you."
"Because after this, I shall go to His kingdom."
...
"Bang—!"
A sharp gunshot tore through the silence of the standoff, also terrifying one of the "Gods" who had just returned from dining outside.
That was an assistant working in Colin Tower.
As one of the on-duty staff in Colin Tower, his task was to restart the Void Realm once its energy was restored, to prevent the loss of important data.
However, he never thought that when the lens of the Void reopened, what he saw was a corpse lying in a pool of blood!
That person was Jon, chosen by Prince Colin!
Those foolish materialists actually shot him!
They had just taught him the techniques to use the Extraordinary Power, and he actually died like this!?
However, those armored soldiers didn't end well either; they were quickly turned to ashes by the descending flas.
The enraged Spiritual Power Users saw the "Divine Envoy's" death as the trigger for the breakdown of negotiations, launching a desperate counterattack!
When Jon was alive, he could restrain them, urging them to use the Extraordinary Power to heal their suffering compatriots. But now, perhaps only the Heavenly Gods in the Void could persuade them to stop the war against the Federation and the corporations!
And since Colin in the distant hadn't stopped them—
It signifies that everything is the will of the God!
In a certain sense, they weren't wrong. From the first day Jon t "Colin," their esteed Prince Colin had already foreseen this day.
However, this bloody scene still frightened the observer behind the Void Realm.
He, after all, wasn't the unfathomable Prince Colin, too late to think where those flas had co from, and didn't know where these madn would go in the end!
Perhaps—
They would destroy their own world!
After all, they indeed mastered that destructive power, just as Master rk once saw in the 178th Void Realm, they once made the starlight bloom on the ground using thods beyond Magic!
"Saint Sis above..."
The assistant muttered as he took a step back, and suddenly awakened, he hurriedly ran downstairs, stopping Miller who was about to leave after giving instructions.
Upon learning what happened behind the 178th Void Realm, Miller almost imdiately rushed to the scene, and unsurprisingly, was shocked by what he saw.
"What the hell happened there?!"
"No, I don't know! It turned out like this as soon as I got back..." the assistant said, pale-faced and his eyes filled with panic.
He wasn't as unruffled as Prince Colin.
Even if Colin might not bla him, he didn't want this Void Realm to fall on his shoulders!
Miller's expression was initially equally grave, but soon, he noticed sothing peculiar on the corpse, and his shocked look was gradually replaced by a hint of ecstasy.
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