The Gray-Silver Witch's beautiful eyes shimmered, and her stunning face was tinged with a blush she could hardly conceal.
It wasn't until this moment that her fragmented memories were finally restored, and Silvia finally understood the full picture of that night, along with everything Shiayar had done for her.
Even by today's standards, Shiayar at the time believed he had only entered an Echo of History.
But within that echo, he had earnestly given his all for Silvia.
At the very end of it all—Brother Shiayar, his face drained of color, had still mustered the strength to carefully instruct her. He had been unable to bear leaving her alone and had used the last shred of his spiritual power to cast the "Final Moon Reading" on her. The image of that moment replayed itself endlessly in Silvia's mind.
"Brother Shiayar..."
Her melodious voice, like the chiming of wind bells, sounded again, this time carrying a hint of heartache.
