Dust coated the Snow Globe, and Chu Mu carefully polished it clean.
A white snowy owl soared through the sky, chasing a rabbit across the snow.
He gave it a shake, and the light artificial snowflakes inside slowly swirled.
A red crack ran across its spherical shell.
Normally, blood darkened as it oxidized in the air, but the blood in that crack remained as vivid as it had been back then.
"Are you taking it with you?" Natasha asked.
"Leave it here." Chu Mu shook his head. "She said to let them wait here until she came back."
With that, Chu Mu set the Snow Globe back on the pile of odds and ends.
He hoped Xiao Bu would return here someday.
Chu Mu took one last look at the Orphanage.
Because of the Fragmentum, he could not break through the blockade and enter the darkened building.
It was probably already crawling with monsters inside.
Perhaps, once the Stellaron's influence gradually faded, they could reclaim the Orphanage.
The Orphanage the Old Director had founded could come to life again.
This place should never have been so lonely.
Of course, what Chu Mu wanted even more was for there to be no more orphans in the Underworld.
Ideally, this place would become a children's playground, always filled with laughter.
When that day came, the Old Director's spirit would surely be comforted.
Chu Mu bowed his head toward the Orphanage and stood in silent mourning for a long time.
This might be his last visit to the Orphanage. He regretted being unable to go inside, look at the Old Director's portrait, and talk to her for a while.
That kindly old woman had treated him very well.
To a great extent, she had influenced and shaped who Chu Mu was in this