Mist

(I really like this saying: "The story of Arknights is a collection of suffering and injustice.")

"What are you... doing?"

Mudrock did not understand what Bai Ye was saying, but in the end, she still handed him the wildflowers she held.

Bai Ye took the bouquet and scattered it across the scorched earth.

Then, beneath Mudrock's puzzled gaze, Bai Ye crouched halfway down and pressed a palm against the ground.

The uprooted wildflowers took root in the soil once more.

Greenery spread across the land.

Tender shoots sprouted anew from the charred trees.

"Whew, this is better than leaving a bouquet here to wither. Perhaps in a few years, this place will become a sea of flowers." Bai Ye rose as he spoke.

"What a peculiar Originium Art... I have never seen trees bud in late autumn..." Mudrock looked over the transformed camp before her.

"But this way, all traces will vanish. No one will remember everything that once happened here."

Bai Ye smiled and asked in return:

"Do you want all of this to be remembered?"

"..." Mudrock fell silent.

"As long as we remember... that is enough." As he spoke, Bai Ye reached out and gently stroked the tender shoot growing from the charred wood.

Mudrock watched Bai Ye. He was a very unusual person.

During her long journey, she had scarcely encountered anyone like him.

She found it hard to connect the Bai Ye before her now with the overwhelmingly powerful Bai Ye from last night, floating in the air and suppressing everything.

"By the way, you still haven't answered my question... Why did you call us here?"

Last night, after their standoff, when Mudrock had decided to lead her team away, Bai Ye had used his divine arts to pass her a whispered message.

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