In a world formed by illusory stars, Shiayar transformed into countless scattering specks of light, slowly fading away.
For a moment, the Astral Realm fell silent.
After a slight daze, the Golden Elf seated on the Throne of Thorns let out a dumbfounded chuckle.
"Little Death, did you hear that?"
"I've just been teased."
Only after a long while did her clear, bell-like laughter slowly fade away.
She looked towards the spot where Shiayar's figure had vanished, lightly shook her head, and her soft murmur echoed through the ethereal starry sky.
He truly has grown up...
No longer the little boy from before, but now a man with his own sense of responsibility.
Though a bit overbearing, and lacking some respect for the etiquette due to a mentor...
I don't dislike it, though.
With a casual flick of her pale fingers, the Golden Elf lightly tapped a point in the Astral Realm.
