[Had put the pants back on]
[This ID deserves to die!]
In the end, no ID died. That ID took off their pants and still had to put them back on. Silas stood in the middle of the collapsing dungeon, unable to comprehend the chaos erupting in the comment section before the entire dungeon was swallowed by darkness.
The whole village had been reduced to just Silas. He stared into the space ahead, his icy eyes calm and emotionless.
Just moments earlier, when he was about to reach out to stop Silvanus, Silvanus's entire body suddenly lit up. The blinding light made Silas squint instinctively, but he didn't close his eyes. Instead, he widened them, staring at everything happening before him—wanting to etch Silvanus's image into his mind. Some intuition told him this might be the last time he would see Silvanus.
It was a terrible feeling—like a dog being kicked out of its home. The analogy was so bizarre that even Silas couldn't understand why he would think of such a thing.
"No!"
