Restlessness, anticipation, and longing.
Oh, that heart-pounding feeling of finally working up the courage to hold a girl's hand in a movie theater!
Living Event Records!
A vast number of Living Event Records!
As the solemn gates opened before him, Huai Shi could clearly feel the unceasing excitement pouring from the Book of Destiny.
It longed to bring those scattered records back into its catalog and reconstruct everything that had once existed...
Right before his eyes.
Closer and closer. Closer and closer.
And then... there was no then.
Because that bastard Yeats had turned a corner!
"..."
Huai Shi's eyes widened, and he nearly spat blood. What the hell are you doing, Yeats?! Go straight! Go the fuck straight! Why did you turn?!
And you're still turning?!
No matter how Huai Shi tried to subtly influence him, Yeats seemed determined not to head that way even as he dawdled along. Muttering something about keys, he went straight downward.
Huai Shi could only restrain his impulse and follow step by step.
But before leaving, he secretly glanced upward.
He memorized the place.
It was fine. There would always be another chance.
There would definitely be another chance!
As their footsteps continued, the fluttering in his heart gradually faded, replaced by a strange sorrow and bitterness—as though he had heard calls and wails from the distant past.
Soundless sobbing spread through the air.
Wandering through the darkness.
It was the groaning of something on the verge of collapse.
When the gates opened before Huai Shi, what he saw was a sky full of stars in the darkness.
Stars at death's door...
Fragments. Countless fragments of Living Event Records floated beneath the Great Library's vaulted ceiling, struggling to shine under the preservation of ritual arts.
Telling of their former glory.
"So this is...