Misra shot into the sky. Her figure gradually shrank beneath the azure heavens until she became a dazzling speck of light, piercing through the thick clouds and heading into the depths of the vast, boundless cosmos.
Asura stood on the endless plain, surrounded by sparse vegetation and distant mountain ranges. His shadow stretched long beneath the setting sun, making him seem especially lonely.
His outstretched hand hung in midair, as if he wanted to grasp something.
His heart was filled with worry and reluctance toward Misra. He knew that once Misra left Earth, the distance between them would become unimaginably vast, and they might never see each other again.
"Wait, Misra!"
Asura shouted loudly, but his voice seemed so small beneath the empty sky, as though it had been swallowed by the endless universe.
How he wished Misra could hear his call—even if she would only take him with her, so they could face the unknown challenges of the cosmos together.
However, it was only after Misra broke through the atmosphere that her voice reached Asura's ears "slowly," like a messenger traveling through time and space.
"I'm not Misra. I'm Arora!"
Asura was filled with mixed emotions. He was glad for Misra's transformation, yet worried about the danger she was about to face.
He knew that Misra would inevitably confront even stronger enemies on this journey, while he himself could only remain on Earth, powerless to help.
"Damn it, who is this?"
Meanwhile, aboard the distant Seven Star Galan Ship · Tian Chong, Olga swayed as she gripped the cabin railing, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Her original plan had been to eliminate Asura, while Arora had merely been an incidental target.
Yet this seemingly ordinary young girl had displayed strength beyond imagination, even making Olga feel an unprecedented threat.