He took one last look at Dream City, grand and illusory, yet carrying countless genuine joys and sorrows.
"It's time," Mo Wang murmured. His voice vanished into the fading echoes of fireworks and the wind of dreams, yet carried an unquestionable weight. "Time to master 'The End.'"
Not far away, in the shadows of another high-rise.
"Sigh—"
A sweet, delicate voice let out an exaggerated sigh. Sparkle played with a lock of her hair, her eyes beneath the fox mask curved into crescents as she eagerly watched the direction where Mo Wang stood through the mask's eyeholes—though he was now the only one left standing there.
"As expected, us two 'mistresses' really have no rights at all," she said in a sugary tone full of mockery. "To help our dear master 'woo' his ex-girlfriend and create a romantic atmosphere, we actually had to work so hard to come all the way here and set off fireworks for him. Sister Vita, don't you think we're just too considerate?"
Vita stood beside her, dressed in black that nearly blended into the shadows.
With her arms crossed, she merely curled her lips into an equally meaningful smile. Her eyes flickered beneath the distant glow of fireworks.
"Considerate?" Vita's voice was calm and even, but her words carried an edge. "Wasn't your real thought, 'As long as that Firefly still has Mo Wang's heart hanging on her, he won't turn all his attention to the two of us so quickly'? Sparkle, you really are so 'bad.'"
"Oh my, you saw right through me?" Sparkle showed no shame. Instead, she smiled even more brightly, like a little fox that had stolen a chicken. "Can't be helped. Our 'master' is quite an incredible existence now. Diverting even a little of his attention is nothing but