In mid-air, the dusk wind caressed the Hero's skirt hem. She hovered silently in the sky, her emerald green pupils reflecting the setting sun in the west.
The maiden watched as the afterglow was slowly swallowed by the horizon, with everything between heaven and earth gradually being enveloped by the night. Above her head, only the dim outline of the Ashen Moon remained, as if no light would ever rise again.
"——Alright, let's depart."
After a brief moment of contemplation, she took a deep breath.
In the next instant, the dreary Depraved Wind swept beneath her feet, the air currents lifted her up, and the maiden slightly leaned forward, transforming into an arrow shot off the string, flying forward.
'What, have you already decided the date of your demise? Can't wait to go meet her?'
From the depths of her heart came the sneer of another self, mocking her audacious actions.
