She's curious, thirst for any new knowledge, and thrilled for any nascent stimulation. Like the 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 as 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 out… and with Erynew being the Devil herself, the Sin of Kin is, too, weighing her down.
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Henceforth me said, "New chapter every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."

There was no breeze, let alone a blast; there wasn't even air that their skin felt but the stillness—absolute stillness that froze the very air they were breathing in, and it was suffocating for how difficult it was to breathe in such air that seemingly refused to move let alone flow, just as Mother Nature herself had commanded… no, the air itself just couldn't shake the feeling of not obeying after being commanded by something that even Mother Nature durst not defy. Such was an orison, such was a warning, out of the white-haired witch's lips commanding the air around her to stop moving,


Chapter 178 - Gallantry Gamble for the Smitten