Once again, they stood aboard Cat's Ideal.
The players either sat or stood, as if finally able to breathe. Yet their gazes still drifted toward BS Rita.
She was toying with [Foolishness Game] while looking toward the distant Order Clock, which was about to reach twelve.
"Do you need a day of rest before the next fight?"
The players' eyes instantly lit up.
She had already found a way to lead them out?
Although the war sequence had been created by them after returning to the past, its essence was to overturn the lightless future of this exile zone.
It was meant to turn disaster and hardship into a tempering ground for the myriad races.
Otherwise, what awaited them all was being locked in cages, treated as consumables, drained of all value in loneliness, and then erased.
Now they had returned to the Twelfth Epoch, but that did not mean everything was over.
Beyond this world, there was a new battlefield.
A grander stage.
