[A/N: This chapter only uses Lycorian Language as [ " " ]]
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Aether/No.25's POV
One could say that somewhere between birth and death lies the true meaning of existence. Every soul born into this world carried that purpose within itself, whether it understood it or not.
To live.
To experience joy and sorrow, victory and failure, love and loss.
Every life, no matter how insignificant it appeared from afar, was a story struggling to unfold before time eventually brought it to an end.
Yet...
My gaze slowly drifted across the ruined landscape before me.
Corpses littered the earth from one end of the horizon to the other, transforming what should have been fertile grasslands into a graveyard without boundaries.
Some bodies had been crushed beneath unimaginable force, leaving little behind except twisted flesh and shattered bone. Others lay blackened by fire, their forms frozen forever in the final moments of agony.
