Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 844 - 690: Lanci’s Huadu Endgame_6

Talia agreed.

At this moment, their conversation was exceptionally peaceful.

Rarely could they quietly sit down and talk like this.

"Do you think there is salvation after such despair?"

Lanci asked her.

"Is there still a way to save it?"

Talia asked curiously.

"Actually, there is."

Lanci nodded but didn’t give the answer.

Talia pondered for a moment.

"To rescue it from this miserable situation and place it in a spacious, warm environment, providing it with an assortment of delicious foods and fun things, allowing it to eat whatever it wants and play with whatever it desires, while also being absolutely safe with friends for companionship?"

Her tone was uncertain as she guessed.

Lanci simply looked at her without speaking.

Even without telling her the answer, she understood in an instant.

"It can’t be saved,"

Lanci said.

The hesitation in Talia’s reply signified that all the aforementioned methods were futile.

"Then how can it be saved?"

Enon died in a way he could least accept.

He had been too confident, sometimes believing he’d won a perfect ending, when in fact, it was a near success ending in failure.

"..."

But the gloating smile from Talia that Lanci had anticipated didn’t come.

Talia hugged his head, letting him rest on her chest, telling him not to overthink.

"There is no such thing."

She said softly, with a gentleness like a mother’s to Hyperion.

"You taught me to be firm,"

she whispered into Lanci’s ear,

"Every miracle has its conditions. If you don’t persist, even the Goddess of Destiny won’t look your way. So please continue to be steadfast, and when you waver, I will guide you."

"..."

Lanci’s eyes widened, yet he didn’t stir, until his expression gradually relaxed.

On the rooftop, neither spoke again.

They just silently listened to each other’s hearts.

Lanci finally felt sleepiness wash over him and slowly closed his eyes.

Dawn illuminated their figures from above the clouds.

The church’s stained-glass windows let out a faint blue light, and the rainwater trickled down the contours of the building, as if singing an ancient lament.

Until the rain stopped and the fog cleared, and the east was white.