Seasons changed.
Winter gave way to spring. Spring eventually surrendered to summer. Summer faded into autumn, and autumn once again welcomed winter.
The cycle repeated endlessly, indifferent to the joys and tragedies of the living.
Time continued moving forward.
The world had not stopped for Vanitas Astrea. Nor had it stopped for Margaret Illenia.
Ten years had passed since the day the Crownless Emperor died, and the day his blade vanished without a trace.
Ten years had passed since the Black Dragon fell from the heavens, since the veil cracked, and since humanity first laid eyes upon the beings watching from beyond the world.
The scars left behind by that era still remained.
Yet scars had a curious way of healing.
"Another meeting, fuck... When will this end?"
Irene stepped outside the meeting hall and immediately took a long drag from her cigarette.
