Curious, thirst for any new knowledge, and thrilled for any nascent stimulation. Like a color of White that is filled with an insatiable wanderlust to behold the other colors that aren't lacking of any color such as hers… the color of blankness itself in which a Void doesn't even have any meaning… it is the color of total vacuity in which the idea of emptiness does not even exist,

However meaningless it is, however empty and barren the path will be… so long a motherly whisper within Nothingness keep embracing her to "Aere" every "New" thing… she endures, her steps continue… Erynew, henceforth, is to be her name… the name for a Being seeking for the meaning of her lacking of lack itself,

Waking up every day, looking at many Realities through the bright yellow eye lens of hers as if seeing them for the very first time, and for the first time indeed she feels like she is at home in this Reality. Wanting, thus, to nurture this Reality… to lightly embrace its Shell and carefully not to crack it open for her White to enter,

Alas, the Sin of this Reality has become too much of a burdening curse, weighing the Kin who are living in this Reality that they might as well crack the Shell itself from the inside… and with Erynew being the Devil herself, the Sin of Kin is, too, weighing her down.

The pendulum of a clock was for now swinging in reverse, reversing the course of time, traveling the straight line of a timeline in reverse to reach a certain memorable point in the past. But long it was not from the present, for it was something that was happening just two days and two nights prior—the night prior to the departure of the one-horned devil from a quiet and peaceful village,


Chapter 173 - Inside Cabin of Phantasm, There Was a Foolish Benevolence