Enola was about to answer my previous question, but he didn’t expect me to ask a second one so quickly.

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head. Although I couldn’t see his expression, I could sense a hint of sadness from him.

Indeed, his voice trembled as he spoke. “No, I don’t belong to any stage. I can’t even progress. I’m a cursed being, destined to die alone and eventually turn into cosmic dust—or perhaps dust on some mountain.”

His tone was filled with despair, and I regretted asking the question. I hadn’t anticipated that it would make Enola feel so deeply upset.

“I’m sorry,” I could say...