Above countless writhing tentacles, among the monsters wreathed in black mist and hiding in the shadows, Amber stood there.
She wore a white dress, and her fair, delicate bare feet stood atop those filthy, hideous, ugly monsters without gathering a trace of dirt.
Her purity, like that of a Saintess, formed a stark contrast with the blasphemous, bizarre, and horrifying scene around her. She was like a white flower blooming in Filthy Blood, as though she would be defiled by her surroundings the next second, yet also as though she would forever remain aloof from the world.
When she saw Lu Ban and Xiya, Amber seemed to understand something. Her expression held a trace of melancholy.
"Have Trist and Momiji already gone ahead?"
Amber's voice was soft but clear, especially amid the standoff between the black and white monsters. Her voice was like a cold, clear spring, bringing a hint of clarity to this chaotic world.
"When did you find out?"
Lu Ban asked in a low voice. He shielded Xiya behind him, which made Amber's gaze turn somewhat sorrowful.
Even though Lu Ban knew very well that if Xiya learned the truth, there was an eighty- or ninety-percent chance she would make the same choice as Trist, she knew nothing about it at present. Therefore, Lu Ban had every reason to protect her from harm.
Whether it came from these white monsters or from Amber.
"From the very beginning."
Amber's voice was tinged with sorrow, like the graceful cry of a nightingale.
"Perhaps my connection with the Divine Cherry Tree was too close, or perhaps there was some other reason. When this world was formed and I was born here, I had already remembered everything."
"I was happy then, because this was the peaceful life I had dreamed of.