Twilight shone upon his face. At that moment, Armand Bernhardt on the pier could no longer distinguish reality from illusion, nor life from death. In his daze, he realized that "twilight" itself carried the meaning of dividing life and death, and then immediately understood that perhaps everything happening now was precisely a brief intersection of life and death, made blurred here by human intervention.
Though the once dazzling Sun still hung half-submerged in the distant sea, its light now carried an extraordinarily ambiguous dim-yellow hue. The sea, once wave after wave, had abruptly become calm after overlapping with that black expanse of water. At some point, all the ships on the surface had vanished, and as he stood on the pier looking at the tranquil water, he found that it was now blindingly bright.
Some illusory figures passed by Mr. Bernhardt, stepping onto the sea illuminated by the dim-yellow sunlight and walking toward a more distant place. Though the black cat at the edge of the pier was exhausted, it still spotted among those departing figures a cat with fur exactly the same color as its own.
That cat was larger. That cat was more beautiful. It stood on the sea behind Shade, looking back at it, then let out a "Meow~," waiting for it to come over.
And so the black cat jumped down from the pier. Though it had used no power at all, it still landed on the surface of the water.
Facing that dim-yellow Sun, the black cat seemed to regain its physical form. Its beautiful fur gleamed under the sunlight. On the water between the pier and Shade, the cat raised its head and looked at the person who had helped it:
"Meow, are you the Cat God?"
The Outlander lowered his head and smiled