Beneath Snow Valley in winter.
The white-haired girl's smile was more beautiful than the moonlight.
For some reason, as Allen watched this scene, he felt an inexplicable, nameless fire surge up from his heart. It burned his mind numb and left his body icy cold.
As a swordsman, the hand that held his sword should have been utterly steady.
Yet beneath the cover of night, Allen's palm trembled slightly.
This had only happened twice so far. The two instances had been somewhat similar, yet completely different.
What they had in common was that both had happened beneath the gaze of the same person.
What differed was that the emotions in her eyes had been entirely opposite.
The first time had been in a dream, where the green-haired girl's eyes had been dull and lifeless.
The second time had been at the bottom of the valley, where the white-haired girl's eyes burned with delighted warmth.
Sylphy's blazing gaze tangled with the fire in Allen's heart, making him feel miserable. Instinctively, Allen reached out, as though he wanted to touch Sylphy's hair, which had turned snow-white from magical exhaustion.
But the moment he raised his hand, it froze in midair.
As his gaze fell upon Sylphy's hair once more, he suddenly understood why the fire in his heart had ignited.
It stemmed from that crumpled "memorandum" in a drawer of the Greyrat Family home.
Over the past year, behind the countless densely packed records of "Future Sight," Allen had relentlessly tortured his own heart.
Should he give up Future Sight? Should he change the future?
Should he prevent the disastrous consequences of the Great Transfer?
In the storyline Allen himself had become involved in, could Paul avoid death? Could Zenith's laughter continue to ring through the Greyrat Family home?
And even more