"Leoz is an existence devoid of happiness or joy, without the capability to love, so if Leoz becomes Arstala, it will bring pure destruction and collapse to the world—but you are different, Nomi. You possess the ability to love and be loved. If you became Arstala, you wouldn't think about completely overthrowing the existing order and civilization, but would choose to fight evil and the unrighteous in your own way."

"That is the difference."

"Even the Philosopher King, pouring all their computational power, could not deduce a way to eliminate Arstala. Since this is the case, let's choose a long-lasting Arstala that won't cause severe harm. That's the purpose of choosing you."

"And as I say this, you should also realize that whether this world will be destroyed doesn't depend on you, nor me, but on whether this world is considered fit to continue existing—if all of Arstala appears in people like Leoz, it indicates that such a world should have been overthrown long ago."

"So, the one who can truly save the world isn't me. What you need to do is not invite me over to fuse with Leoz, but to face Leoz personally."

"Facing Him is also facing yourself."

"Wait!"

Rista quickly interrupted:

"Big brother, no, Fairy Lord, please pause! You want Nomi to face Leoz… isn't that equivalent to donating to Redd Gold? Such a damaging tactic, I can't believe you came up with it. Don't I know Nomi's abilities? That Leoz, who even conquered the Void, would hardly need to look at Nomi to deal with her."

"It depends on whether Nomi is prepared to completely perish."

The Fairy Lord cast a meaningful glance at Nomi:

"The Imperial Philosopher King entrusted you to me, fearing you would flee after learning the truth. I can capture you and bring you before Leoz, to let you confront each other."

"As hosts of Arstala, your ability is nearly immortal—nearly undying—and the only entity able to kill you is another host, namely Leoz—similarly, as Leoz is also a host of Arstala, you can kill the Arstala within him as well."

"But you must be prepared to entirely become Arstala, for 'Nomi' will be devoured by Eternity, and you will no longer be you, but one of the countless generations of the [Eternal Star God]."

"All right, I'm on it."

Nomi nodded:

"I thought it was something significant. If this can allow the world to continue, then I'll go."

As for the reason…she had mentioned it before, and it needed no further elaboration at this moment.

As a Mortal, such opportunities to prove their group to the world were rare.

"The original will not be as generous as I am."

The Fairy Lord said:

"The Void is now sealed, but I can force a breakthrough to take you all to the Mass Abyss. After that, I will be instantly bounced back to the Border Abyss, and what you achieve will be up to you."

"Defeat Leoz, and the world will continue to operate."

"And if you are defeated by him, Leoz will obtain the full power of Arstala... what he will do then, not even I can predict."

"There are not so many opportunities left, as Arstala will appear sooner or later."

Dialan clenched his fist, eyes firm:

"Go, this is the final battle."

"Yes."

Nomi took a deep breath, clenching her fists:

"Let Leoz return to Freedom, let the Starry Abyss escape Suffering and invasion, and show those ordinary people that beings born from these Mortals can make the Primordial Abyss gods plead for protection."

"It's time to write the ending for all of this."

Rista glanced at the Fairy Lord, then looked at herself, scratching her head:

"Does that mean there's nothing for me? Can I leave? I'm afraid the witnessing group will be reported... "

"You cannot leave." The Fairy Lord's invisible hand firmly grabbed Rista: "The magical technique of this seat comes with a price, and those young followers must stay to continue running the Immortal Palace. I cannot spare you from the Curse, so you, who came from the Layer Abyss, must join them to share the Curse."

"No! I want a vacation! I want to get off work—"