บท 2087: Alone

She, as maybe the closest person to the fourth facet on this plane… Was having a panic attack? All caused by a boy who simply glared at her?

No… He hadn't glared at her, his gaze had simply met her own… He simply didn't care enough about her existence to do something like glare…

As her vision blurred to near darkness, Ancestor Mist suddenly felt a hard force punch against her chest.

The water she swallowed violently pushed back upward, spewing into her surroundings.

When she came to, she found that Dyon was no longer standing before her. Instead, he had long since walked by her and toward the underwater city. 

"Let's go." His voice held a magnetism she couldn't disobey.

 ...

Dyon sat alone, looking out into blank space. The calm waters of the oil basin-like river moved so slowly that they reflected like the surface of a mirror.