Historical Records

In the room at the top of Moon City's Black Tower, Nim sat quietly at the table, reading.

He turned a page. After a brief pause, a hint of confusion entered his eyes, and he turned it back.

The scene kept repeating. Suddenly, a young man appeared before Nim. Nim finally managed to finish the page, while the young man raised an eyebrow and looked toward the window.

A puddle had appeared on the supposedly dry floor at some point.

Neph pushed open the door. Beyond it lay the familiar Pure White Space. She no longer held the Blank Canvas, but she was not worried. She extended her spirituality, and every snowflake, every inch of space here seemed to become an extension of her limbs. Though it felt awkward, like a prosthetic limb, she no longer needed anything else to control this space.

The bad news is that staying here now consumes my spirituality... Wait, if that's how it works!

Neph suddenly realized something. She sent her spirit body plunging back into her physical body and snapped her eyes open. A face filled her vision, with a broad forehead, a thin face, and a teasing smile at the corners of its lips. A crystal monocle rested over the right eye...

...Amon, holy shit!

Neph's eyes went wide with horror. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

It took her a while to calm down. The Angel of Time had not moved at all. Neph lowered her hand and offered a compliment:

"I have to admit, your father really did have good taste."

"Thank you?" He straightened up as he spoke, amusement in his voice.

Neph said nothing. She activated Spirit Vision. Amon did not stop her, merely watching her with interest, so Neph boldly