The warning from the Stellaron's voice brought Cocolia, whose thoughts had been wandering, considerably back to her senses.
Cocolia did not think her decision was wrong. However, she knew there was no possibility between her and Mr. Lin Feng anymore. After years of erosion by Stellaron Power, simply keeping her mind clear was already no easy feat.
Moreover, the Fragmentum appearing within Belobog pointed to another problem: the day she fell completely into the abyss was drawing ever closer.
Snow had fluttered down all night, covering and adorning Belobog's streets and alleys in pristine white.
Inside the Eternal Engine Workshop, Serval had gotten up early and already begun tidying up.
To give the Mechanical Tide band's rehearsals more room, Serval moved many things and storage cabinets elsewhere, then personally wiped down the various display cabinets and pieces of furniture.
Serval had always been a carefree, easygoing woman. If not for the band, she would probably still have been catching up on sleep under the covers.
The Eternal Engine Workshop had never operated for profit. Serval was a mechanic who followed her interests; ordinarily, whenever she lacked the mood or inclination, closing the shop for several days straight was commonplace.
"Ding, ding..."
The phone on the counter chimed. Serval put down her cloth, raised her slender brows slightly, and opened her phone.
When she saw the messages on the screen, the pupils of her clear, lake-blue eyes abruptly contracted, as though ripples had surged through them.
Too shocked to keep a firm grip, she dropped her phone straight onto the floor.
"Her, of all people? What on earth is going on...?"
Taking a deep breath to settle her somewhat turbulent emotions, Serval hurriedly picked up her phone.
A friend's profile picture, gray for who knew how many years, had lit up.