A familiar scent.
Leaving the argument at the pool in the Holy Land behind, the Witch clearly had a destination in mind.
The moment Fu Qian felt her take his hand, he realized they had arrived somewhere special.
The scene before him was, he had to admit, strangely familiar.
Specifically, there was no scene to see at all.
The Night of No Light. He knew this feeling all too well.
How many times had he encountered it in such a short time?
Though the darkness before him didn't seem quite as stable.
Of course, regardless of how it looked, Fu Qian didn't rush to comment. He left the time to the Witch.
"We found it."
It didn't take long for the Witch's voice to sound in the darkness.
She repeated the words she'd spoken before they set out, her tone calm and unreadable.
"It's the power of 'Mother,' but it's already very faint.
"This darkness is protecting this place, and it's the foundation of its existence. If I dispel it, the place might collapse outright."
Her assessment was delivered with absolute certainty.
"Then there's no need to rush to dispel it. That doesn't stop us from communicating, does it?"
Fu Qian wasn't surprised by the situation, and his easygoing attitude was remarkable. He waved a hand in the darkness.
"I can even hear someone yelling in there."
He wasn't making that up. As he spoke with the Witch, he could faintly hear some kind of hysterical shouting within the Night of No Light.
The words were too indistinct to make out, but the voice was still intensely affecting.
"That's Death Star."
The Witch's comment confirmed in an instant just how much the Fallen Star race had contributed.
Sure enough, this was the missing person who'd refused to leave his colleagues