An Zheng's skin floated on the sea.
The sky was filled with the brilliant colors of Elements.
An Zheng's thin, flayed skin slowly opened its mouth.
"You... truly are... the strongest Mage... of this era."
Iz: "Yes."
"I really... underestimated... you."
Iz: "I never lied to you."
An Zheng: "If only... I could be like you... Heh, I'm fantasizing again."
Iz: "You're about to die. It's fine to dream a little."
"After all, Magic itself is born from fantasy."
As Iz's calm words fell, the husk of skin floating on the sea went silent.
Iz raised his hand and retrieved An Zheng's Storage Bag.
The contents of the Storage Bag weren't particularly valuable.
There were just many images and photographs from An Zheng's youth.
He was photographed embracing many different women. An Zheng had really been quite the philandering Mage in his day.
Hmm...
There were also many letters of thanks, as well as medals and banners representing his honors.
