"This era had laid the fate of the world shattering into pieces before all mankind. Lies, hope, truth, faith, and deliberately buried history were intertwined in a tangled mess, leaving mortals unable to choose... Therefore, distinguishing right from wrong was especially important—and precious."
This was a starry sky utterly different from Vonder's. The horizon appeared like an empty black sphere, with the vast and boundless starry sky inverted above it. Twelve Lunar Cycles traveled alongside the heavens, forming twelve starfields along their respective paths. Within those starfields, the stars glittered, yet some shone brighter while others grew dimmer. They constantly went out and lit up again, like the lamps of the mortal world.
Knudel gazed up at the starry sky, her face gleaming. Starlight outlined the curve of her cheeks, flowed across her ivory skin, and finally sank into her pale silver eyes. She looked intoxicated by the sight. Though she had traveled abroad for years, her appearance had barely changed, remaining fixed in her thirties. She had even needed to use magic to make herself look more mature. Her long hair fell like a silver waterfall, while a pair of amethyst earrings glittered beside her earlobes, with delicate golden tassels hanging beneath the crystals.
"Teacher." A girl of fifteen or sixteen appeared behind her, then bowed deeply and gave a formal salute. The girl looked ordinary, and her features were nothing remarkable, but she possessed a special air that made her impossible to read. She was very quiet, though her silence could not be called indifference. Her verdant eyes held no trace of aloofness or arrogance, only a calmness that seemed perpetually clear-headed and rational. In her eyes, this magnificent and splendid starry sky was no different from a stone.
"I told you, you don't need to call me