The gods are not there.
Moreover, she had long stopped seeing the sun in her eyes.
After a pause, Luhier slowly lowered her head, quietly gazing at the boy held in her embrace.
She had been lost for a long time.
Hiding in what seemed like a prison, but was actually a sanctuary.
Without the sun as guidance overhead, she lost her way forward, constantly trying to find a new direction.
And now... she felt she might have found a new direction.
So, would he be the new "sun" in her heart?
The Fallen Angels lady remained silent, drawing no conclusions lightly.
She still needed to continue observing.
Luhier "looked at" Herbert, but soon felt dissatisfied with such gazing.
Her eyes, always closed behind black gauze, slightly opened, revealing countless pupils gazing at the boy's face as if to forever etch him in her memory.
Feeling as if being observed by "countless" eyes, Herbert felt slightly awkward.
