There is nothing in this world that is eternal.

The passionate love that promised to never change eventually cools, as though it was never there. Even the mighty empire that once ruled the world, no matter how powerful, crumbles after a few centuries and fades into history.

Yet, ironically, this is inevitable.

Living creatures are inherently flawed beings, with death as their only eventuality. What they create cannot possibly last forever.

Tempest, who is often hailed as the pinnacle of life forms, knew this all too well. In fact, he could feel it deeply, having lived for such an incredibly long time.

"Ugh, it feels like problems are piling up more and more every day. It seems like I can only stay awake for a bit longer..."

With wrinkles covering his face, Tempest stared quietly out the window, his expression filled with contemplation.