"A shadow?"
The white-haired, red-eyed girl, who looked as if seen through a grayscale filter, first whispered the word. Then, she slowly closed her eyes and tilted her small face upward.
Raindrops pattered down, trickling from her forehead, across her cheeks, and down her neck.
"Ah, I am indeed a shadow... an Illusion from a bygone day. The shadow... of that supreme being who ascended to the heavens."
The Master of Extinction's voice was as crisp as a silver bell, yet tinged with a profound sadness and loneliness.
'Just as I thought.' From their very first meeting, Westheid had guessed she was connected to the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven—most likely the impurity cast off during the latter's Ascension.
So, he continued to probe, "Does that mean you hate the Venerable Master of the Azure Heaven?"
