The rainbow tide lasted a full minute. When everything ended and no more streams of light remained, Diya immediately looked at the Holy Grail in her hands.
Seeing that not a single drop of the blue liquid inside was missing, she breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head, and called, "Watcher—"
Her cry cut off abruptly.
Everything Diya saw had been painted in all kinds of colors. The city buildings, the paving stones were gradients, the walls were drenched in heavy color, the houses looked like abstract oil paintings, and the whole city was filthy, as if tens of thousands of barrels of paint had been smeared over it.
But the main point was that she realized her position had changed too! Perhaps the complicated rise in her Spell School Realm had dulled her senses, but Diya had completely failed to notice that she had been washed away by the rainbow tide!
Ash had disappeared again.
Diya suddenly felt a little unable to breathe, as if her heart had been clenched tight. It hurt so much that even her hair color began to grow muddy. She crouched by the roadside against a lamp post, hugged her knees with both hands, and suddenly felt a little cold.
It was like this again. It was always like this.
After finally meeting, they were separated again so soon, almost as if Fate did not want them to meet. Last time, the Omniscient Weaver had taken him away. Who was it this time?
*I clearly still had so many things to say to him. I still hadn't hugged him properly. There were still so many things we hadn't done... Why did I have to pretend to be mature and not hold his hand? If I had, I definitely would have grabbed him and