Chapitre 442: Bring it to an end - Three - IV

"Ansel of Hydral confronted me with the stark truth that my life is but a fabrication, my existence a mere assemblage, and my pursuits utterly devoid of substance. Even you... even I have come to accept this notion."

Ansel was acutely aware that if Ravenna had not experienced all of this firsthand, but merely observed from a detached perspective… she would not succumb to despair as Helen did. 

For there is a profound disparity between being a mere spectator and being immersed, especially in a scenario that verges on self-destruction.

Helen was engulfed by despair, relentlessly pursued by Ansel's unyielding advance, yet Ravenna... she possessed a space for independent and cool-headed contemplation, a respite that allowed her to breathe. 

She was thus able to extricate herself from the pervasive atmosphere of despair, employing her intellect capable of comprehending Ansel, keeping pace with his thoughts, to dissect, deconstruct, and understand—