The most tragic thing in the world,
is actually being able to touch, but not able to see.
Having left the "Spiritual World," all he had left was… endless darkness.
In the far distance among the clouds, a faint voice of mockery rang out.
"How long do you plan to be a blind man?"
The man draped in a red robe was sitting cross-legged in the high sky amidst the sea of clouds outside the Source Tower. If one were to reach the highest level of the Source Tower, they would find that he was an existence more dazzling than the sun, more brilliant than the moon… The entire canopy of clouds revolved around him alone.
The Wine God's expression showed little fluctuation.
In fact, he had tried more than once to open his eyes... but each time he did, the voice of that man uncontrollably echoed in his mind.
["I hope that in the days to come, you'll obediently remain a blind man, and I will be watching you... at every sunrise, every dawn. As long as there is light, there will be me."
