Penacony, which had been destroyed in an instant, rapidly reassembled and restored itself as though time were flowing backward—from the tiniest particles of Memoria to the grand outline of the hotel—until it once again became that breathtaking Land of Dreams floating amid the sea of stars.
Even in the distance, the wreckage of the Star Rail Express converged in reverse, restoring its sleek hull as it quietly docked upon the reconstructed tracks.
Yan Huan stood at the center of the reborn starry sky, feeling the vast yet somewhat fleeting Aeon's power within him.
His gaze pierced through space and fell upon Firefly, who was still floating quietly against the backdrop of the stars, enveloped in a gentle glow.
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, as though asleep, yet there was no longer any trace of illness upon her.
A thought arose—he wanted to use the Black Abyss White Flower in his hand to completely cleanse Firefly of the source imprint belonging to [Propagation], the mark that had brought endless tragedy.
He raised his lance, its tip aimed at that slender figure in the distant void.
However, just as the power was about to surge forth, an even stronger, utterly undeniable will forcibly took control of his arm.
It was Aha.
"Having a little fun was enough. You really thought you were all that?" Aha's voice rang directly within Yan Huan's mind, carrying merciless mockery.
"What's wrong with letting me change it? Why are you so stingy?!" Yan Huan resisted in his mind, trying to reclaim control as he stubbornly attempted to complete the cleansing.
"With my potential, we'll be colleagues sooner or later. I'll help you out plenty afterward, won't I?"
"Who said you got a say?" Aha's will suddenly turned vicious, like icy steel needles piercing Yan Huan's thoughts.