The shadow of failure clings relentlessly, trailing behind the Black Sun Lord, impossible to shake off.
This was precisely the insight Lanci gained in the eternal dream of the Shadow World.
"That's why I didn't make a moon lamp."
Lanci confessed.
All of his time and energy had to be devoted to preparing for battle, to confronting the Blood Clan, to making preparations for the final fight.
Even when the odds of victory were soaring at 99.99%, he still had to muster everything to eliminate the minuscule chance of defeat.
Naught else could take precedence over this conviction.
Without the Mirror of Tiberius to reveal the truth, odds that seemed like 99% might, in reality, be frightfully low, for humans often see only one side of things, while the hidden truths lurk beneath the surface—a lesson taught by Endlessness's eternal curse.
The two conversed, and then silence descended upon the night.
