Inside the Mechanical Fortress suspended in the void, the silver-haired girl stepped out of the Mechanical Pod. She quietly watched the transmitted images of Dark Night City, watching the boy with the resolute gaze. At some point, she turned her head toward the picture she had carefully framed in the mechanical room.
But it could hardly be called a painting. It was more like a child's doodle.
There, in the picture,
was that bright, spirited boy with his fist raised high. His face seemed forever alight with that expression. He knew neither sorrow nor weariness, like a boy who never tired of adventure, who wanted to take you along to become a dragon-slaying hero.
Only this time, in that sunlit picture, there was also a girl, holding his hand, following him...
as they charged toward the distance.
She gently closed her eyes, gripped her sword's hilt, and turned to step out of the fortress standing among the stars.
The moment she emerged, all the Atomic Machinery across the starry sky danced wildly and sang out.
She would join the battle.
In this war, she would become a demigod of the domain of creation.
For him, and for herself.
This was the last night before the expedition began.
It was also the final night Lynn had given everyone to prepare. After announcing the expedition, he gathered all his family members and the Legion's representatives in Dark Night City's conference room to lay out their deployment.
In truth, plans for the subsequent campaign had already begun taking shape the moment they broke through the Abyss.
And after Dreamweaver joined them,
the expedition's plans were refined even further.
Throughout the Main Universe, the number of Broken Eyes opened by the Polluters was already approaching triple digits. Every Broken Eye was a passage