After that, the long wandering life began. I also contracted my first mystical beast, met many companions, but my path of ascent was completely blocked. Around that time, I heard news of the Star Dynasty's fall, turning into a forbidden zone. So, I thought to take a gamble, but the result..."
"You became the ancestor of the Star Clan?" Gary Smith rolled his eyes. "Are you narrating a startup story here?"
"No, everyone died." Luke White said indifferently, "Reality isn't a biographical novel. There are no perfect endings. My lover, friends, and pet beasts all perished among the ruins of the Star Dynasty. Even I fell there, teetering on death's edge, despairing and reflecting on my life – how pitiful and insignificant it all was.
At the moment of death, I saw it..."
Luke White gazed at the White Fox cradled in Gary Smith's arms. Just as before – immaculate, radiant, like shimmering star light – it approached her once again. Its tail swept gently, reversing time, restoring her.
