An elderly man with a cane and pointed hat walked out of the light unhurriedly.
It was Ah Deng.
At this moment, Yi Lin's miserable appearance made Ah Deng furrow his brows, but what he saw was the essence of this posture. He smiled comfortingly: "Young man, you have finally reached the 'end' of science."
The end of science is theology, it makes sense.
Another blonde man clad in armor planted his giant sword at his feet.
It was Hermes.
Hermes and Gilgamesh both had blonde hair; they ignored the deity in the distance, exchanging glances that sparked intense flames.
"Yo!"
The Supreme Mage suspended his palms before his chest. There was nothing there, and as he emerged from the light, his gaze remained a bit dazed, always feeling something was missing from his chest, making him uneasy. When he finally discerned the scent of an old friend from that pile of data, the Supreme Mage grinned: "You still have a long way to go compared to me."
