"The sun has gone down. The starlight that fell in defiance of nature has all been obscured and vanished now. He has awakened too. But will you wake up, Sister?" Mavis gazed up into the sky, her eyes seeming to reach across the vast distance between them. Her hands clenched tightly, and her petite body curled up, trembling as she murmured, "I miss you so much..."
"I'm sorry, Angel. I'm sorry, everyone. I know he only wants to see my sister again." Grief covered her face. Biting her lip hard, Mavis murmured to herself, her face drained of all color.
"But I don't know what this script he wrote, this script of the Kings and the Dead, will ultimately mean—"
In a daze, she still remembered that scene from long ago: the towering throne, the man kneeling sorrowfully on the ground with bloody tears streaming down his face. One hand shattered the floor and dug deep into it, while the other tightly clasped two beautiful silver wind chimes. Their mournful melody rang softly throughout the space.
"Don't worry, Mavis. Your sister won't disappear like this. Even if every trace of her existence vanishes because of me, I'll find her again. If one year isn't enough, then a hundred years! No matter how long it takes, I will find her again—"
"The R-System failed. Photon Reconstruction failed too. This world, this wretched world—if you cannot fulfill my hopes, then I have no reason to care about you anymore. If the world has no meaning, if it holds neither the fate nor the meaning I desire, then from this moment onward, I will be king. I will be king and write a script under the king's control—"
"This world, bereft of the meaning I desire, no longer needs to exist..."
"All