With the swift return of darkness, the sea water was once again dyed an almost pitch-black ink green, a color Charles was familiar with—its cerulean hue had long vanished from his mind, for the sea should be ink green.
At that moment, Charles suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to look into the darkness, the massive black circle radiating darkness outward, also gradually shrinking in size.
Looking at the black sphere before him, Charles felt as if something was lodged in his chest, causing him great discomfort.
This thing before him was his only friend within the Octahedron, and their friendship was deeply sincere—a pure emotion unadulterated by anything.
Yet now, this friend was about to disappear, and it was he who had brought it down, "Friday, this is your home, you're home now."
