"Desmond?" he thought suddenly, James's eyes widening, but unable to control what he was saying or his emotions because he was living in the moment.

"I know we have a plan, or rather plans, but... It's too much of a burden... The burden we're leaving behind is more than any one human can bear."

When James spoke these words inside Desmond's body, Luna caressed his cheek with great love and said without stopping, "That child will have the blood of a creator in our lineage. Be sure, my dear, my beloved husband Desmond… even when you're gone, I'll always watch over him. I know he won't be alone; he'll be just like you."

"How?" Desmond asked.

"I can feel it…" Luna replied, and without pausing for a moment, added, "I can't see the future, our future. That ability has faded away after all the sacrifices we made… Still, my heart can feel it, my soul can hear it…"

"Alright… So this… is truly our last meeting, is it?" Desmond asked.

Luna stopped dancing at that moment and then, rubbing her stomach, said, "Next time we'll meet when I bring our children to you. I've stored enough healthy DNA; I can create them even if you're not here."

Luna… was already pregnant with quadruplets and would create the rest using her own and Desmond's DNA sample.

Thus, Luna and Desmond's children would be born.

In the new world… outside the tower.

"Then, one last time, Luna… Let's dance under the light of the night, the full moon, during this time when the stars are at their brightest, as meteors streak across the sky," Desmond said suddenly, and upon hearing this, Luna smiled and placed one hand on Desmond's shoulder and the other on his waist.

"One last time, my dear Desmond," said Luna.

The two began to dance. The words James heard made his heart race, but they also pushed him to the brink of tears.

Suddenly, when Desmond's body was thrown away, he saw Luna's memory looking at him. Every god and goddess watching the events unfold remained silent, simply observing everything.

James, however, was busy watching his ancestor, Luna's eyes.

"There will be many wars, precious child of our lineage. Do not forget, the real game is not the gods' game; the real game is the creators' game. Chaos allowed us, and I swear to you, I would have preferred not to be a part of this game, but… if I had left the game, everything would have been destroyed." Luna's memory suddenly spoke.

As Desmond slowly faded away, transforming into a beam of light and beginning to disappear, Luna came forward and bowed before James.

"There are many dangers outside the tower, and inside the tower, races are fighting each other. Go and find everyone in Desmond's army who is waiting for his descendant. Find Icarus, who is trying to reach the sun, Odysseus, who never forgets his wife, Bayanay, the owner of the forests and joy, Achilles, who fears none, and many more. Gather your army and win. Win so that the tower itself and everyone you care about can survive."

When Luna spoke these words, it was very likely that her eyes were filled with tears. James' gaze and trembling hands showed that he did not want Luna to cry.

James had clearly tried to touch Luna's memory and wipe away the tears from his ancestor's tearful eyes, but he had failed.

"I'm sorry, I, Luna, and my dear husband Desmond are leaving you with a great burden. A burden you can't even imagine... Live, my dear child... Live and let live. Farewell..."

After these words, the moonlight itself had separated from the moon symbol on the church window, and the only light in the room was now the light from the stars in the sky outside.

James's tears fell onto the dusty floor of the room.

Suddenly, he stood up and did something that astonished everyone: he removed the portrait from the room and added it to his inventory. He didn't care what it was; perhaps he had thrown away the only way he could see Desmond and Luna together again, but this happy portrait of his ancestors couldn't be left to rot here.

James couldn't allow that.

He opened the door of the room and slowly descended the tower, stepping outside.

There were many priests and nuns around. They were from different churches, but most of them were priests and nuns of the 'Church of the Night.'

Each of them had gathered here because they had heard the sound of music. They had managed to hear a piano and violin composition so beautiful that no one could forget it.

When they looked at James's face, they managed to grasp that deep feeling in his eyes, at least a little. They were all aware that those eyes, burning with flames, were covered with a strange gentleness.

Neither Nyx could send a message, nor could the gods and goddesses utter a sound. Of course, the people on the ground, on the floor, inside the church, the priests and nuns, could not say anything either.

Only one person was standing in front of James, the woman who was still training to be his shadow, of course.

"My king, are you well?"

This person was, of course, Sylvia Hunt herself. The seventeen-year-old Dark Elf herself.

When James looked at Sylvia, he couldn't say anything for a moment. A strange numbness overcame him. More accurately, it was as if he had fallen into an ocean of emotions.

Luna's words had deeply affected him.

He had already had the dream of scaling the tower's peak to meet Chaos, but this… This was a bit different. He knew that as he walked his chosen path, his chosen fate, he would gain many things, and that this fate would take so much from him that it could even lay him on his deathbed.

This was a burden too great for James to bear… Too great for any human to bear.

Still, it was as Luna had said. James carried not only the blood of a human but also the blood of a creator.

Still, this feeling…

"I am well…"

It was different.