The fresh scent of horror. Rattling bones, shivering blood. Asahi shuddered, facing what seemed a dead end.
All of those meetings.
Everything about the hidden world.
All of it had been for naught.
But luckily enough.
Despite all his selfishness.
Despite all his errors.
Asahi was given a chance.
(Snap)
The world folded.
Dark mist enveloped a silver-haired girl. But just as he reached,
"Asahi."
A voice called out to the darkness. And the girl vanished.
"Asahi!"
The voice grew louder, ringing in his ears.
. . .
"My master, Asahi, why the small frown?"
Chains clattered, but the boy remained still. The room felt frozen with melting ice and restless wind—a faint metallic scent mingled with the musty stones. Cold seeped through his clothes, biting his fingertips, while a heavy sense of despair weighed on his thoughts.
The voice was rich and sincere, tugging at memories he both wanted and feared, stirring a whirl of longing and trepidation in his heart.
