Darkness once again covered the world as far as Alex's eyes could see, he once again felt endless loneliness, there was no sound he could hear, no fragrance he could smell, there was nothing he could touch.
His body floated in the void as if forgotten, but in reality that was not the case, a grip seized the back collar of his shirt, Alex quickly turned his head. There, inside the darkness where there should have been nothing, Saint Azara smiled.
Her long and rough golden hair unraveled like light in the middle of the darkness, her golden tiger eyes remained sharp like a predator hunting in the night, she pulled Alex's body as if swimming inside the darkness.
Alex, who had no choice, could only let his body be dragged away. After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, Saint Azara and Alex turned toward the source of the wind blowing at them.
