There must be things other than the Sacred Spear that Ye Yi can penetrate the world's barrier.
"At that time..."
"Shiayar, I..."
The Golden Elf's softly whispered words remained unfinished.
At this moment, everything had yet to be achieved, and she could do nothing.
No matter the grand promises made, they were nothing but meaningless empty boasts.
She slowly turned around, casting her gaze behind her, into the Black Tower that Shiayar had created with his will, atop the illusory bookshelves.
Then, Hathaway's gaze gradually became indifferent, became apathetic.
She set aside all those belonging to a woman's fantasy, confusion, and ignorance—
Including the joy and excitement of hearing the last words of Shiayar, words that were almost akin to a confession: "the one she fancies also likes her back."
For she knew, the current her had no time to be burdened by these emotions.
If, at the end of it all, Shiayar could not return smoothly from the depths of the Abyss—
