Eugene felt a hand gently pushing his back. As he moved forward, he turned to look behind.0

There were Kristina and Anise, acting as his wings to keep him from falling and supporting him steadfastly. He saw Vermouth, who smiled brightly like a blazing flame. But that wasn’t all. Though Molon lay fallen below after grappling with Destruction, Eugene could feel Molon right behind him. He could sense Sienna, though she had collapsed far away.0

He thought of everyone present as he listened to the voices calling out. He felt those who were blocking Destruction, the very essence of calamity. He felt the collective will to prevent the world from total destruction.0

"Now it's your turn."1

Vermouth's words reached him.0

There was no need to question what he meant. Eugene understood Vermouth’s words the moment he heard them. Vermouth had saved the world three hundred years ago, and now it was Eugene’s turn. Everything that had transpired until now had been leading to the moment when Eugene Lionheart would take over.0

Agaroth had wounded Destruction before dying. And because Agaroth had held Destruction, the Sage became the World Tree, and the God of Giants and the ancient gods became the Light. Thus, a world different from all past worlds began. Vermouth was born from Destruction’s scar and gathered his comrades, and although they were ultimately defeated, it wasn’t a complete failure.2

The three hundred years he bought weren’t meaningless. The world had evolved sufficiently and had united to stop its own destruction. And thus, it was now Eugene’s turn.0

"I know,” answered Eugene.0

He no longer looked back. He didn’t need to see the feel of many hands pushing his back. He no longer needed to strain his ears. The many prayers had already transformed into a massive will and filled him from w...0