A lonely new type staggers through the wilderness of the night.
The night sky, where the moon and stars shine, looks down with a stern light, as if holding a sword of judgment, unlike usual.
"If only I had done a little more, I could have won!"
Siana gasped and cried out, more in anger than in pain.
—But in the end, you lost.
The unknown entity had been conveying its will in a way that could not be identified.
Siana felt an eerie chill at the ruthless will.
"I, I…! No, if only you had helped me a little earlier, I would have won!"
Siana screamed in frustration.
"If you had such great power, you should have helped me a long time ago. Why are you only reaching out your hand after everything has ended in failure?"
"If only I could have enslaved Yusuf before I even fought Hardion!"
"No, you could have enslaved him and ruled over Tumaria before the Padishah even fell ill!"
