Why had Laplace felt something?
Because at that moment, she too had sensed ripples of will—heavy, sluggish waves, like the tolling of a funeral bell.
The "funeral bell" tolled for Muna Wu.
It was as if the entire world were playing an elegy for Muna Wu.
After hearing Laplace's account, surprise flashed through Angel's eyes. "So... there was such a hidden truth."
Angel saw the melancholy in Laplace's heart. He remained silent for a long while, only speaking slowly after the sorrowful air had dispersed. "Was it truly the world's grief?"
Laplace shook her head. "I don't know. It was only a guess."
Angel said, "You said that when Muna Wu returned to the Day Mirror Domain, it carried a powerful energy—an aura that even surpassed Legend... So, was that miraculous power?"
If a miraculous being had truly fallen and the world mourned alongside it, that might actually make sense.
Yet Laplace shook her head again. "It's hard for me to describe that energy, but I know very clearly that such majestic energy had nothing to do with miraculous power. It was more like..."
Laplace pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "A blossoming."
"A blossoming?"
Laplace nodded. "Life has different forms of expression. Some pass through the world unnoticed, some are buried in the soil, some climb to lofty branches, and some walk alone through the cold, blooming with fragrant beauty."
"What Muna Wu made me feel then was that its life had entered another form, as though a flower were blooming in furious splendor."
"Only, its flowering season may have been even shorter than that of a night-blooming epiphyllum."
A night-blooming epiphyllum still had an entire night in which to bloom. Muna Wu, at that time, had only a few minutes.
Yet because its flowering season was