[Fragments of the "Holy Sun" really can forge true Ashes Apostles... hehehe...] The Mist-Speaker's laughter was utterly smug. [Go... follow the scent of "ashes"... you will give me an answer...]
[No... I won't let you succeed...] The Principal, who had become a Proto-Type Ashes Apostle, uttered cumbersome syllables. [Don't even think...]
[Go...] The Mist-Speaker laughed grotesquely. [Go... none of this is up to you anymore...]
The Mist-Speaker's voice gradually faded, while the Principal, in the form of a Proto-Type Ashes Apostle, left Guixu against his will...
["Unit 01"...] the Proto-Type Ashes Apostle murmured. [You must find the Compass... in the end... be able to destroy... the Notebook... that is... the key... to stopping... us...]
His voice slowly traveled through the depths of the Gray Fog Sea, crushed over and over through layers and dimensions...
[Unit 01... ah...]
[01... 01...]
[Find... the Compass...]
[...destroy...]
[...the Notebook...]
[...the only... key...]
[01...]
[01...]
But no one noticed that beyond the Proto-Type Ashes Apostle's indistinct outline, a strange ring of cotton-like wisps seemed to linger...
They were ink stains that had been shattered into distorted writing from the broken Humanoid Sculpture form. They clung to the Proto-Type Ashes Apostle, slowly beginning to call along with his voice:
[Lin Yi, oh, Lin Yi...]
[Lin Yi, oh, Lin Yi...]
After an unknown amount of time, another cadence finally emerged within those calls...
[Lin Yi, oh, Lin Yi...]
[Take us back...]
[You said... you would take us back...]
May 12, Year X023, somewhere in the Gray Fog Sea, at the anchor point platform built from Red-Painted Streetlamp Poles.
While Lin Yi's Will Body endured ordeals within Guixu, the anchor point platform was also suffering incessant incursions of every kind.
Tian Bufan's illusory figure floated amid the anchor point platform, weathering attacks in the storm like the