Her sadness was so intense that it broke through the confines of her body, beginning to permeate this small piece of heaven.
The deep cloud layers rolled over one another, stacking above the clearing as if piling up an ancient tombstone; pale frost began spreading from her feet in all directions; blades of grass withered one by one, patches of gray decay appeared on the bark, and in a short time, the lush greenery around the clearing vanished, leaves fell, the plants withered, even the air was filled with a sense of despair.
Even the dark red robe she wore deepened in color, almost turning black.
In stark contrast was the vitality of the magic aura surrounding her, lively like a flame dancing in icy snowfields, or like a long-dormant volcano starting to fume, as if the next second, blazing lava would burst forth.
Such a strange and contradictory feeling was intensely sensed by everyone present.
"—No, it can't be true!"
