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Over there, the little Silver Spirit, scissors in hand, was bustling about fervently with two pieces of fabric.
Being a diligent talent, Crimson, much like Shiayar, had an obsessive need to do anything they set out to do to the best of their ability. To be a qualified tailor, it even called out its best friend, Silver, and had the little white ferret use Moon Reading to help it simulate the fabric-cutting process repeatedly, fearing any mistake.
On the other hand, Shiayar turned his attention to the final matter: "To experience a real death."
The general course of action in the current Echo of History had been determined, but this riddle remained unsolved.
Since experiencing death is the condition for unlocking the 4th Soul Pact, Shiayar mused. Does that mean it might not be so easy for me to die now?
After pondering for a moment, Shiayar suddenly turned to the pair of Pet Beasts, fervently engaged in their tailoring, and said, "Crimson, strike me with your blade."
