Arterion had finally stumbled upon a question he had never thought to ask before.

For nearly a thousand years, he had believed in the return of the Adversary and waited. Yet, in all those centuries, he had never once sensed the Adversary’s presence.

At some point, the thought had suddenly emerged in his mind, and he became certain of it.

“That’s why I…”

He had used all his power to kill the Adversary. He bred monsters, drove them mad, and sent them forth relentlessly.

“Why…”

How did he know? How had he come to this knowledge in the first place?