The Void Sea of Stars.
Stars twinkled above, below, ahead, behind, and on either side, shining somewhat brighter than an ordinary starry sky.
Golden Windwheel Asters bloomed on the ground where the All-Devouring Narwhal lay, and faint golden motes drifted toward its wounds.
The next second, like parched earth receiving rain, flesh regenerated, and the blade wounds visibly knit together as it grew a little more.
That was about enough. It could recover slowly on its own from here.
Once Li Qiuzhi finished the treatment, Furina, wearing a little blue top hat and with her eyes still somewhat red, wiped the corner of her eye with her index finger and walked over, saying a little awkwardly:
"Um, thank you for bringing me news of Focalors."
[Furina's friendship toward you increased. You gained 380 Friendship points. Current Friendship Level: Lv. 6 (200/600)]
Ever since Focalors had told her five hundred years ago to take the Hydro Archon's throne to deal with the crisis of the prophecy, Furina had received no further news of her.
Focalors had never come to see her, either.
At the same time, if the fact that she was impersonating the Hydro Archon got out, it could very well cause Focalors's plan to fail.
That was why she had never mentioned any of it to anyone over these past few centuries.
If it had been some trivial matter, forgetting it afterward would have been fine, but this concerned the survival of Fontaine's people.
Thus, matters concerning Focalors and her own identity were always on her mind.
It was a lonely, agonizing feeling.
Even if Focalors had only come out to meet her every so often, it would have let her know that she still had a companion by her side.
But to ensure nothing went wrong,