Soon, Aether, Mary, and Nyx travelled on a weird black spider that was moving like a train—no breaks, no stops—yet the sound it made echoed like something alive.
Thud, Thud... Thud, Thud.
Aether sat on the spider's broad, black back as he stared at Nyx and Mary.
Both of them were silent, their gazes locked forward, eyes fixed on something in the distance. Neither of them had said a word since the journey started.
They were currently heading toward the so-called Cycle of Samsara they had talked about earlier. From what Aether gathered, it was a place completely opposite of The Void's Cradle... not just in philosophy or power, but in literal distance—far off at the other end of this world, away from the castle, beyond everything he had seen so far.
Aether glanced around. The streets they moved through were utterly empty. Not a single soul... Well, No being there.
Just abandoned stillness.
