The gathering ended.
After a moment of disorientation, Sifa saw the ceiling of his bedroom. He yawned, threw back the covers, sat up, and stretched.
"The last piece of information has been delivered. Now, it depends on how these messages ferment and how far they spread."
"I hope the catastrophe can be avoided."
Sifa suddenly felt a stir. He blinked twice and activated Spirit Ritual, seeing the space before him bulge slightly before two translucent arms extended from it.
Atherleid's messenger had arrived!
The messenger held a box in both hands. It lightly tossed the box to Sifa, then withdrew and vanished.
Sifa opened the box and saw an iron-black heart inside. Its contours were incomparably sharp, as though one might be cut by it with the slightest carelessness. Besides that, there was a pair of eyeballs. The eyeballs were actually still moving, and when they looked at Sifa, he felt as if his weakness had been exposed.
Beside the two materials were small labels reading "Blade Killer Heart" and "Blade Killer Eyeballs."
These were two materials for Sequence 5, Reaper!
It was already late at night.
In the depths of winter, a fine drizzle had unexpectedly begun falling over Backlund. Disguised and wrapped tightly in her cloak, Fors felt the urge for the hundred and eighth time to turn around, go home, and throw herself into her warm bed.
If there had not been a Beyonder gathering in the East Borough tonight, and if she had not wanted to advance to a higher form of life as soon as possible to escape the mutterings of the full moon, she would never have appeared on these nearly deserted, silent streets on such a drizzly, bone-chilling night.
She glanced at the petite figure beside her.
*Luckily, Xio had no other work