The sunset dyes the sky a deep crimson as waves crash upon the rocks. He and I are facing each other.
???: There’s something I want to confess.
He silently nods and waits for me to speak.
No matter how far we’ve come, it’s a sham, a fake, a paper balloon destined to disappear.
But, even so— I’m standing here now.
And I’m about to start a fight.
???: —I’m going.
???: Hey, get back here……!
I shout those words at him while brandishing my staff.
???: The goddess’s protection shines from the heavens, and the magic of the Old Gods flows through my veins.
[a light shines]
???: Now, I spread the wings that the cumulation of my great knowledge have become!
—This is a tale of how I made peace with years of regret.
......It's not without its hiccups, though.