Chapter 118: Turning Britain into Hell
"Though Britain has now become a wasteland—sparse trees, grass struggling to grow, prey scarce—there is still life here. It is a sanctuary where the shadows of the past linger.
In this harsh environment, life shines with a noble brilliance, unlike the waste and abuse seen in the mundane world."
Moran, having lived through many lifetimes, understands the original sin of humanity. Yet he also knows the light within them better than anyone. Britain still holds value worth saving, a truth Vortigern fails to see.
No, perhaps he does see it, but in his view, these things are inherently evil. Thus, he cannot recognize their worth.
"In a way, isn't this the essence of nature? The coexistence of light and darkness that Britain once embodied can still be seen today."
"Perhaps you are right, Albion. But with your deep understanding of humanity, you must also know the lengths they will go to in order to survive, don't you?"
Vortigern does not deny Moran's words. However, his focus is different.
"I know it well—behind that brilliance, humans are a species that proudly destroys nature, shamelessly exploiting the planet that nurtures them! They leave nothing untouched, devouring even the scraps. The Saxons are proof of this!"
"All for the sake of survival! They seek to consume everything, trampling even what they deem worthless, all while proclaiming it as a noble act of necessity! Shameless—!!"
Dark, turbid currents surged around Vortigern. His towering frame seemed to churn with boundless rage, voicing the sins of humanity on behalf of the island.
Hatred and anger overflowed, as if the entire island of Britain wept.