(…You are now gazing at the very origin of the Specter Valley Planet…)
"What are you talking about?" Robin held his breath, his chest tightening, already expecting what she's about to say.
(Heh~ Didn't it ever cross your mind that a planet where specters never run out no matter how many are hunted is a bit… unnatural? Suspicious? Specters were once living beings, Owner. They were creatures of flesh and blood, with beginnings and inevitable ends. Nothing living is endless. Nothing. So why do they never run out here?) Nery let out a heavy, sorrowful sigh that echoed in his mind like chains scraping against stone. (The reason… lies right before your eyes.)
