They wore military uniforms from various eras, solemnly saluting the moonlit girl like a Moon God, then disappeared into thin air.
"No—! My soldiers!"
Under the moonlight, even as his own face began to melt, Little Jack was still concerned about his toys.
Boom!
In the master bedroom behind him, a figure clad in lightning burst through the window like a rampant Thunder God.
Seeing the "little boy" blocking its path and adhering to the idea of "he's still a child, must not spare him," it shattered his head without hesitation.
The brass toy box in Little Jack's hand fell to the ground, and the stiff soldiers turned back into small metal figures, jumping into the box automatically.
"Oh? Hesi, already finished?"
Seeing the girl, though disheveled but bathed in moonlight, as cold as the Moonlight Goddess, Aiven couldn't help but shield his eyes with his hand.
No doubt, this was the luminous Miss Moonstone he knew.
