As pallid light shot into the sky.
The angel spread her wings within that radiance.
The darkness upon her feathers receded.
Whoosh-!
Pure white celestial wings seemed to envelop the world.
Shaya.
At that moment, no confusion remained in her eyes.
Her face brimmed with her usual confidence.
Pure hymns and rebellious arias complemented one another.
She smiled at Ye Qiyan without turning around. That illusory door was forcibly dragged before Shaya.
"Thanks. Mm, anyway... you saved me again."
She remembered everything.
Not merely her name, but much more.
"You're welcome. Just repay me later."
Shaya burst into a laugh.
She took the lollipop out of her mouth.
"You really do hold a grudge. You even managed to get me back for that, hehe~ Mm, I'll repay you~"
Shaya raised her hand.
Everyone turned to look, except the War Princess and Water Ice, who were still fighting.
The Imperial Sequence Angel, and the demon.
Over twenty years ago, the former had been called the most gifted Train Conductor in history, while the latter was a genius who shone brilliantly in this Golden Age.
The boundary between black and white seemed to have long since blurred.
Shaya removed a ring from her hand that had not existed.
[Atheism of Sovereignty]
The door trembled, frantically trying to close.
But it could not.
The Anchor's Anchor Point held Doorway firmly in place.
As though possessing a consciousness of its own, the door tightened the chains binding Tina, seemingly using her as a threat to stop Shaya from proceeding.
But she was Shaya, the Imperial Sequence Angel, someone considered powerful even among Top-Level Train Conductors.
She raised her fist.
Twelve Angel Cards appeared behind her.
A pair of Gauntlets settled over her fists.
With a different emotion in her eyes, Shaya spoke