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Days passed, one after another.
Quiet days, a suffocating silence blanketing the sacred island of Noctera.
Snow Lionheart was in the midst of finding his path, sealed within the golden tree that fed him inexhaustible power. Liora, meanwhile, had taken Uriel aside to teach her everything she could in the narrow time they had.
A barrier of SSS class now wrapped the place ..Liora's own work sealing it off from the rest of the world.
Earlier, as a result of the devastating battle against Blatier, the island had been laid to waste, and everyone upon it had perished.
All of that left Frey Starlight sitting alone before the tree, quietly gazing toward the far horizon.
The shadow beneath his skin had thickened, drowning him in a filthy blackness that ravaged him like a plague. The process was agony ..as if molten lava had been injected under his skin.
He could no longer summon his power properly, nor fight as he once did.
