In truth, Lin Yun knew very little about Anya's death as well.
He had neither been at the scene nor seen her body. Everything he knew had come from the accounts of the younger magical girls.
But even so, he still could not understand it at the time. How could Anya have died?
A Flower Card magical girl recognized for her combat ability stood at the very pinnacle of magical girls, to say nothing of the "Strongest Flower Card."
Simply guarding Fangting City should have been like taking a leisurely stroll through her own backyard for Anya. Let alone any danger, she herself was likely the true calamity in the eyes of Aberrant Beasts.
Yet her death had been so abrupt and easy that it felt unreal, as though a towering mountain that had stood before them one moment had silently become flat ground the next.
Anya had died. Crimson blood bloomed from her chest, like a cluster of red spider lilies planted in a cherry blossom tree. She closed her eyes, a contented and happy smile on her face, as if she had seen something beautiful and drifted into a sweet dream.
Only, the road leading to that dream was one-way. Once Anya set foot upon it, she could never turn back.
Lin Yun had not seen her like that in the end.
When the other magical girls arrived, terrified and grief-stricken by Anya's death, and tried to take away her body, Anya's body turned into fine particles of mana and scattered before their eyes.
She left behind no trace in this world.
In the end, the only thing that could record her existence was that small gravestone.
That was also why Lin Yun had been unable to let Lin Xiaolu see Anya's body at the time. There simply