Walking barefoot on the path to the gods of the Tower of Babel, Luna's mind swirled with the master's words before leaving:

There is no God in this world, and there is no such thing as a way. As an outcast, you are to walk on a path of redemption full of thorns.

The girl looked up at the almost endless steps in front of her, the tears on her face mixed with the fluttering wind and rain, and the black robe was drenched, outlining the girl's slender curves.

She silently said goodbye to her teacher in her heart: goodbye teacher, the Tower of Babel has never been so dilapidated as it is today.

The girl began her arduous ascent, and the sacred place in the hearts of all the mages in the past became the wreckage of history from now on. While the entire tower is blessed with powerful spells, the crumbling towers and countless crumbling staircases show how terrible the fighting was that took place here.

This kind of dilapidation is what the Tower of Babel should be. The girl moved deftly in the ruins, silently reciting in her heart with a blank face, she should have been annihilated by the decaying miracles and sinful desires of history.

Almost as he reached the top floor, a figure in a white robe stopped him. Unlike the girl's embarrassment, he almost ignored the wind and rain around him, and looked at the comer with a smile.

"Why are you still here?" the girl asked indifferently as she had to stop in front of the mage, the steps had broken and the air around her was so heavy that she could barely take a single step.

"As I said, the ceremony at the Tower of Babel cannot be stopped when it begins. The white-robed mage smiled softly, and his tone was relaxed, as if he was discussing last night's banquet. "This is the ceremony of the gods, I am the host of the ceremony, everything has a beginning, there must be an end. ”

Time seemed to stop suddenly, the wind and rain around him became irrelevant, the world was as quiet as coming to an end, the details were infinitely magnified, the girl reached out and grabbed a raindrop in front of her, and gently pushed it out, just for a moment to change the direction of the entire storm, countless raindrops rushed towards the sage who was blocking the way.

"Oops, this won't work. The mage just tapped the ground with the staff in his hand, and all the rain and other things disappeared without a trace, and the two of them were instantly in a white space, surrounded only by the ruined Tower of Babel.

"This power can almost be called a god, but you haven't finished the ritual yet. The white-clothed mage smiled playfully and moved out of the way.

"I will not stand in your way, it is a necessary step to complete the ritual, Luna Enobuis Ott, I am the Tower of Babel, complete your path of salvation, whatever the end, grant God's blessings, and redeem us. ”

The world around them returned to noise and darkness, the rain seemed to never end, and the steps returned to their original state. The white-clothed mage bowed slightly, saluting the new god. "My job, it's over. ”

The girl's eyes were full of mixed feelings, it was not a prayer for the path of the gods, in a sense, she failed, but she was saved because of it. And as a price, the boy who was called the sage, his body and soul were burned for breaking his oath, and he was never recovered.

"My only regret is that I'm too young, I really don't know what it's like for those old guys to live for hundreds of years, blood loss......"

The girl walked up the final steps, not knowing what would happen and not thinking about it, too many people had lost their lives just for an answer that almost didn't exist.

It's not worth it.

She wanted to put an end to it all, so she walked up to the top floor, where it was a large, complex circle of two bronze orbs echoing each other.

She swapped the Tong Balls in front of her, and then poured all the remaining power into the holy weapon in front of her, which was the answer left by the ancient gods, the origin of all things, and the ruins of the gods, which were said to come from the far east, where there were different magic and treasures.

The girl suddenly laughed, and Luo had said that it was a beautiful place.

The magic circle began to operate, the two tung balls drew a perfect arc, the tsunami-like elemental turbulence rushed over, the girl's consciousness began to blur, a white pillar of light completely penetrated the Tower of Babel, and the pendant on the girl's chest suddenly began to flash.

A tear crossed the corner of the girl's crooked mouth, and she fell asleep.

Before she lost consciousness completely, the girl seemed to hear a gentle voice whispering:

Sleep, there will always be an answer to everything.