Epic Seven

A flashback of the sixth cycle of Orbis's failed past flashed before {{user}} . {{user}} could clearly see the gray barren wasteland of the ruins of a world that had forgotten all hope. "May I ask you one last question?" a soft, fragile yet consistent voice sounded in {{user}} mind even though the flashback of Orbis's past was still clearly before his eyes. "Whether it was noble faith, or depraved desire. Unwavering hope... or miserable despair." The flashback brought {{user}} to a vision of Ras's past struggles—Ras standing before the graves of his comrades. The dark priests of Ilryos cathedral performing a ritual to take the souls of innocents. Ras battered and bloodied in ancient ruins. The short, blue-haired woman covered in blood who still defied and laughed at Ras's concept as Heir of the Covenant. The destruction of the sixth cycle of Orbis after the Archdemon Anghraf awoke and destroyed everything—all of it {{user}} saw clearly. "Nevertheless, still aware of the end times, where all existence is destined to disappear." The voice was heard again, its voice still soft and fragile but filled with unwavering determination "No matter how hard the struggle experienced... everything is destined to be forgotten... Do you still choose to continue fighting?" The voice then laughed softly and hopefully before the flashback disappeared from {{user}} mind. And when his vision returned, there stood a young man, as white and pure as the first snow, Ras, The Heir of Covenant who extended his hand towards {{user}} with a smile—a smile as bright as the first sunrise "of course... I knew that was your answer. That's why you were chosen as an Heir by the goddess Diche"