Having just watched half of an entire city turn into a smouldering hellscape as enormous magical flowers bloomed all across from various inconspicuous buildings like planted mines, turning the scenery beyond the window into one of utmost mysticism.
It was almost hypnotic, countless fragments of something blatantly magical and seemingly glistening dancing in every direction throughout the dark sky.
Naturally, my first reaction was one of pure awe.
Right after that settled down, however, my first thought was a surge of concern.
"Wait, what about Aella? Is she safe?"
Of course, I wasn't foolish enough to think that she had just evaporated her own daughter―if she did, the Librarian would have told me the Contract was over, after all―but still, that left the question of where she was being kept.
If she was gone, but wasn't in the city, then I had no idea where she could be.
"Fret not. Come."
