"Reverse the apocalypse's erosion? Do I need to rely on the power of Moonlight?"
Shade asked. A mysterious smile appeared on the brown-skinned girl's face:
"Is the Moon the only thing you possess?"
That figure gradually blurred before the crimson setting sun. Wind and sand passed through her body as the god asked Shade:
"That is all I have to say. I trust that you can understand what I mean. So, do you still want the power that conceals the colors of Twilight? Or perhaps this power could offer some help to the Witches traveling alongside you."
Shade pressed the gold coin against the left side of his chest:
"Since Mist's concealment cannot drive away Twilight, that method is only a false salvation. Moonlight may be holy, but the Moonlight I possess at this moment truly cannot dispel the gloom of the setting sun. Yes, I understand what you wished to tell me. In the end of the War of Fate, I will make Twilight fade in my own way.
"I do not need the power of Mist. Please use your power to help the Witches around me. The platinum blonde witch is still lost in confusion."
The god agreed:
"Then please continue watching Lord of the Ring's play. This drama has not yet reached its end."
But before Ms. Meister vanished, Shade asked another question:
"May I ask... was everything I have experienced on this island so far truly arranged by Lord of the Ring long ago?"
He looked at the god before the setting sun. The brown-skinned girl's smile deepened, but her body had already become transparent against the sunset:
"Would you enjoy watching an opera after learning every detail of its story?"
The Outlander did not like operas.
"No. Once I know everything, sitting in the audience