Eternal Fin: From Gray to Blue

Preface:

The sun shines upon the earth, without regard for the good or evil of mankind.

— Seneca

[Part 1 · Snapshots of Time]

The Gunsmith returned to the area around the boundary marker. The farmlands around the town were still blanketed in frost and fog, stretching across the wilderness. This unfamiliar, fertile land was so quiet, and yet so noisy.

The abnormal spiritual pressure in the environment was slowly fading. In the far distance, crimson flames blazed at the power plant, and scarlet smoke billowed from its towering chimneys. The essence of the Flash Butterfly would return to the earth.

He crouched beside a hedge, then slowly stood. The fabric of his clothes was gradually reverting, resetting to its factory settings.

Fine fibers of fabric flew in from all directions, becoming a wide, thick, soap-colored kasaya. His body kept changing, as if the journey had been for nothing. He had taken a three-kilometer detour around the Hall of Creation, only to return in a circle, and the grime on his face had disappeared, too.

The intense dizziness slowly faded. He had reached the end of this [Way Out], and the Gunsmith could finally stand still and take out his logbook to write something down.

But when he put pen to paper, the ink wouldn't flow smoothly. He began to shake and sway, and the ink splattered out. Only after coming to his senses did he realize he hadn't written in his logbook for a very, very long time. This little booklet was Logbook Number Sixty-Six. The sixty-five brothers and sisters before him had mostly filled theirs with accounts of where their enemies came from. Many Blood-giving Monsters, recorded by their names, would live on forever in these logbooks.

"I'm about to head to Aizong Mausoleum. I can't remember how