Chloe swirled the strong wine in his hand, leisurely drinking in the night conjured by the Fantasy Power.
The sun and moon intertwined, stars shifted, and the horizon in the distance subtly revealed the morning light.
He felt as if he were drunk, looking toward the direction of the glowing sky.
He saw Rephya dancing in the light, her beauty seeming otherworldly.
Aware, perhaps, of the searching gaze, Rephya turned her head to look at him.
Lying on the ground like a drunkard, he beckoned to Rephya, who walked toward him.
The silhouette of a person stretched long in the dawn light, reminiscent of Michelangelo's painting, the Creation of Adam.
Rephya approached and snatched the wine bottle from Chloe's hand:
"I thought the future hero whom my brother protected with his life wouldn't indulge in drinking."
Chloe chuckled, snatched back the bottle, and poured her a glass with lingering intent. Then he drank from the bottle and said:
