He won.
Yet he also lost everything.
He leaned on the Iron Sword that accompanied him for a lifetime, like a mourner, began to wander over the ruins.
Crossing the nooks and crannies of the ruins, he finally walked towards the underground city entrance known as the "Final Barrier."
The huge alloy gate had long since twisted and deformed, revealing deep dark passages inside.
He stepped inside, his footsteps echoed in the empty deathly silent tunnel.
When he reached the underground, he saw the ruined Dream Weaving Hall.
The dome, which gathered the highest technical crystallization of the Dream Weaving Clan, had collapsed, rubble buried most of the area, only an Information Stone Tablet stood in front of the hall.
Compressed Spiritual Pattern information was etched upon it.
He reached out with his wrinkled hand, touching the cold tablet surface, trying to feel the residual warmth of civilization, yet only feeling the chill of the stone carving.
