That kind of indiscriminate madness, completely lacking any sense of reverence, only further confirmed QM Foolishness's earlier words.
Rationality, madness, chaos, willfulness—
In Graveyard of Bones, they were carving out the meaning of their own existence with their own hands.
"We spent an entire day researching," QM Foolishness said, her voice gradually slowing, "and in the end we reached a conclusion. It was indeed possible to create a tool capable of capturing soul flames.
"But the problem was… we didn't have enough time, and we didn't have enough materials."
She paused slightly, as if letting that conclusion settle before continuing.
"You might be wondering—what about our gemstone eyes? Why didn't we use them earlier?"
Her gaze lowered, then lifted again.
"That question… was finally placed right in front of us on the very last day of the game."
After nearly thirty days, every resource they had brought in, every material they had collected, stolen, or refined—was gone.
