The echoing roar deep within his consciousness gradually faded, and the scene before his eyes stabilized once more. The muffled voices, as if behind a curtain, became clear again. Gomona's gentle voice was like a breeze gliding across the surface of the water: "...Usurping Flame, what does the world look like through your eyes?"
"My world..." Duncan softly repeated these words, subconsciously pondering and recalling, his gaze passing beyond the phantom-like girl standing quietly before him, beyond the colossal remains of the Sea Beast Queen, across the pond—in a daze, fish leapt out of the water, entering his mind and lingering in his consciousness.
