The firelight in Lady Twilight's fireplace lit up, reflecting on the sky and burning a rosy pattern into the distant clouds.
As the daylight was about to end and night was falling, Rhein nodded to Angel, bidding farewell to the tranquil ruins.
When Angel was preparing to return to the ruins, the Tree Spirit, leaning against a tree in front of the gate, whispered, "Do you think the Sky Mechanical City truly doesn't know, or are they pretending not to know?"
Angel paused for a moment, "In such a significant occasion, with my understanding of Dean Muse and Lord Rosen, the likelihood of them lying is low."
"You're right; it's not that easy to deceive the Prophet Wizard. However, if they're not lying, then things are quite strange." The Tree Spirit pondered, "There's no reason for those apprentices, who were originally engrossed in practice in the Endless Corridor, to all go to that Reincarnation Casket you mentioned?"
The Tree Spirit mused, unable to make sense of it.
