They sang to each other, lingering around the Authority that came from Beyond the World, helping Him to ponder day after day why He was born and why He came to this world, until one day, He encountered a Transferee burdened with long waiting.
But now, because of that terrifying Pollution, the Chaos Species have all hidden everywhere, quietly observing but no longer daring to sing, fearing the attention of the scarlet Pollution.
At this moment, the Star Magic temporarily linked between the Spirit Realm and reality begins to dissipate little by little, and in the boundless darkness, the bright compound eyes of Pisces remain motionless, quietly gazing at the dissipating magnificence.
"It's over..."
As Pisces's voice, like singing, echoes, beside her, pairs of bright eyes, flickering like stars, light up one after another in the darkness unseen to the naked eye.
