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Some are pretentious, some sincere, but all strive to prove their faith to me, worshipping bits and pieces that they claim to have come from the Feranmuts.

They curse their own kind and imagine overthrowing all order. They look down on mankind, utter meaningless words, and implore me to communicate their faith.

Little do they know that the object of their faith itself stands before them.

If your encounter with the Shanhaizhong was by chance, and you had intended to sneak into the central room all along, in order to lock on to the Sui's location through Yumen's navigational coordinates...

Why are the Shanhaizhong here?

To destroy Yumen? Not very likely.

Until they met you, they didn't know there would be a timely Catastrophe in Yumen's path.

I'm not interested in mankind's petty machinations.

I just needed some hands to cause chaos.

In human terms, you manipulated your followers.

And?

To become infected with hysteria and start thinking about one's own existence, even denying it.

Only slightly more amusing than those who remain foolish, from their first moments to their last.

That is to say, not very amusing.

What would they think, if they knew their god thought so little of them?

Since when have we needed the faith of such puny beings?

Except for fools like the Sui.

Leaving so soon?

I spared some time for you only because you are Its fragment.

I've already wasted too much time.

I should have realized the other day when we fought. The scent of flowers and the sight of spring were too real to be achieved by Originium Arts.

Sui Regulator records speak of a beast by the name of Ya, who cuts away the seasons and holds them at its bosom.

You have Its memory, yet you dare call me in the human way!

'Ya?!'

What a disciple name, just like 'Sui!'

Cuts away the seasons?

Humans measure time in such silly ways.

It is no illusion. An illusion cannot be so real.

It ceases to exist in some other fleeting time.

It exists in this never-ending present.

Time has stopped.

Eight thousand years of spring, eight thousand years of autumn.

A maze that has no ending.

Time has not stopped.

A lone boat on a river, each one standing on one end.

A ripple spreads from the end of the boat.

You're trying to make me stay?

Yes.

You demonstrate incredible mastery of space, but I must make you stay.

Even if I can't.

I would have left Yumen by now, if things had gone according to plan.

For you, neither Catastrophe nor Yumen can compare in importance to the Sui.

For me, however, there is nothing that I care less about than the Sui.

For you, all that is happening outside is a fleeting cloud.

For me, it is the damaged walls, broken houses, suffering soldiers and civilians.

And... one old friend who died with regret.

The Catastrophe has not passed. They do not even know that you exist.

Someone must make a stand for Yumen.

I guess there's no one but me to do it.