"Humanity has not entered a new era. My last memory is of a world still ravaged by war, resources growing ever scarcer, climate issues becoming increasingly severe, and the starry cosmos remaining an unattainable dream for us!..."
The withered giant on the bronze throne was silent, seeming a bit sorrowful, murmuring, "And what about you? Young one..."
Shawn looked up at the withered giant before him, calmly saying, "We still remember the legacy."
"Though incapable of changing anything, still, many remember."
The withered giant showed a faint smile, his figure beginning to dissipate with the wind, seemingly relieved, calmly accepting his own demise, as he slowly said, "Don't give up hope... even if you fail, don't give up..."
"Go."
"The third Door Key is right there."
