The brilliance from the dissipation of the Shadow World, at its most intense moment, was suddenly replaced by a deep darkness.
In the blink of an eye, Lanci found himself within a transparent hut enveloped by the eternal starry sky.
Only a few sparse stars twinkled, narrating tales of a million years, glittering brilliantly.
Talia was standing there too, holding a cat, the stars providing just enough light for them to see their surroundings clearly.
"Lanci, you've arrived."
Talia had returned to her usual attire, having shed the veil of Fallen Heaven, no longer the pure white visage of Calila.
"Mhm, we're back."
Lanci replied with a smile.
Every time he completed a journey, he was grateful to see the face that welcomed him home.
Having experienced the Shadow World, he felt a certain appreciation for Talia's goodness.
Without her, even just enduring within the Mirror of Tiberius would have been very hard.
"Don't think about things like that in your heart."
