"What happened in the future?"
The boy called Desolate suddenly looked grief-stricken.
He had thought that if anyone truly had a profound connection to him, it had to be Willow God.
But now, it seemed that was not the case.
"Could it be that in the future... none of the people I know are left?"
The boy murmured inwardly, straining to make out the woman downstream in the space-time river, yet he could not see her clearly at all.
He could only sense how quiet she was, standing soundlessly downstream in the space-time river, like a flawless jade sculpture.
Even facing someone upstream in that river, from before the eternal ages, she remained just as calm and composed.
It was as though she had stepped beyond the world, drifting through the eternal ages yet existing outside past, present, and future, alone overlooking all of time and space.
She was a woman beyond description. Merely standing there, she seemed to suppress endless time and space.
"Who is she, exactly? Is her connection to me truly so extraordinary?"
"She's a being from the future, but she's not Willow God, nor anyone I know!"
The boy murmured, grief and desolation in his voice, along with a trace of indescribable resolve.
He raised his head toward that figure, repeating inwardly, I believe the future can change. It absolutely can!
At the same time, the boy noticed that while he was studying her,
She seemed to be studying him in much the same way.
Though he could not see clearly, and an utterly illusory, barely perceptible Ghost Face Mask obscured her face, the boy called Desolate still felt a gentle, tranquil gaze flowing over him.
"Rumble!"
Before the eternal ages of time and space, the terrifying male figure suddenly laughed.
His voice thundered, stirring endless