If there truly were gods like those mentioned in the ancient scriptures and religions, they would surely allow me to trade my life in exchange for all of this. I believe...
A final tear lingered at the corner of Lan Linger's eye, though it was already beginning to grow cold. Trembling, she slowly walked over to the Puppets, gently brushing against their bodies, slowly, slowly passing beyond them...
She walked on toward the deepest recesses of the tunnel.
Chapter 47