All the negative impurities, like a rotten bottle of champagne, flowed into her mind that shattered and withdrew the protective force field as soon as she stepped on it. Just because she is the first and last object she chose, even if the other party has chosen to be her enemy, she will leave with the once-in-a-century interstellar archaeological group. She still sensed, parasitic on all the cloudy patches of emotion until there was nothing left.

{What the hell are you delusional?} What are you still drowning into? Everyone has already left, but you still think that the sheng song and the wine banquet are still being staged in your super sensing territory! ｝

The wave that could not stop the soft temptation from the beginning to the end—her unconscious self—still did not let her go, even if the consequences were already unfolding.

[Stop, stop!] Don't keep going into my realm and snoop on my thoughts. You... 〕

{Dear Van Oelin, I know what you want, and I can make it come back – like recovering the spilled half-condensate of wine.} You know what I'm capable of, as long as you come here and hold my hand...

She frantically dropped an amethyst paperweight that she had been holding in the palm of her hand at some point. The sound of broken gold and jade was so sonorous, but it could not shake her constricted and convulsed blood, nor could it disturb the force field that was destined to make her "different from others", the force field intertwined with the slightest expression of emotional fluctuations—the light and illusion territory that she relied on for her survival, but also finally forced her into that dark corner.

In the inner horizon of the clouds, there are two of them, whispering to each other. Every word exchanged is a miniature black hole that the other party's self can not bear, and it goes straight to the memory and material of her physical and mental territory. The cave of bones that no color could penetrate into the pit was the reward for her rash use of the "forbidden power".

Furious and powerless, she directs her undesirable abilities at the least likely ones in the universe. If so, the golden planet could not resist the blow she swung out of her hand. Whether it is the victim or the perpetrator, it is the same object, and it is all what she has now lost...

"We have not been separated for a moment since we have been together, and I have incorporated the most irreplaceable part of myself into you, as you have given me. In your body cavity and soul, I have placed a life stamp that even I cannot retrieve - I never imagined that it was the cause of division and separation..."

This was a large part of the statement she had prepared at her last meeting. There were so many words at the corners of her mouth that were ready to burst into tears. They wanted to burst out of her eyes, nose, nose and tongue at that moment and throw themselves into the arms of the man standing across from her. At that time, they looked at each other, and she still had the last shred of hope. Although he was lost and out of control, he didn't have the tightrope that slipped off his toes...

If only I could say it, and say the true desires of those who are swaying at the corners of my eyebrows, instead of building towers of unsurmountable rage for them, until the moment the walls fall, I will appear as a crooked face to myself and the other. If I am not arrogant enough to think that the power can turn the world upside down, and the thorns in the bones are enough to pierce us together...

She couldn't get rid of that all-encompassing look. The final dialogue always repeated, like the deep echo of memory ore, between every second she walked, every moment she breathed. She was exhausted and desperate, hoping that everything was gone.

And what about Lancet? When she received the last sword and opened all the prohibitions and seals, what kind of doom did she feel that she would never return?

None of this is something that Van Oelin could know. She only remembered that desperate and cruel opening sentence. Unbelievably calm, even with the foresight.

"I knew you would."

"What do you think of me? A ventriloquist doll tied to your finger and manipulated at will, allowing you to take my thoughts, emotions, privacy, and even all the distracting emotions that even I may not be able to integrate! Your inhuman abilities have hurt me, and I can't be with you anymore. ”

So, Dr. Lancet, whom she had previously called "Little Blue", boarded the space-jumping ship the next moment, far from the limits of what she could catch up with—along with the entire group of members of the tomb digging and the shy and lovely girl. Lan Seqi's new partner, as his name suggests, "Ruby".

She gritted her teeth and drank a bottle of "Tristan's Blood", which had always been regarded as a forbidden drug for super-sensors, and her five senses seemed to be condensed, but also seemed to expand into the unattainable. What else is there to say? They had long since placed her outside the realm of emotions and desires—because of her abilities, her anomalies, the bits she could not provide, the "human needs" she had no idea about.

However, maybe these are not the reasons, just the excuses of rationalization, and the gloomy voice in her heart tells her that in fact, everything is lost because of your misunderstanding. No matter how strong the belief is, the oath that the city will be destroyed and the stars will not be moved, it will not be able to resist the quicksand of time that eats away at the soul, invading the unconscious fear that exists bit by bit.

{Just a human after all, she could be your superpsychic empathetic companion?} From beginning to end, it's just your blind closeness, your defenselessness, your treatment of her as your own - save it, lust, lust, fleeting, and these are the selfish staff of human beings. You really shouldn't have to lose your whole thing! ｝

At the very least, let's get some sleep first! In the otherworldly dimension in which she was able to wander, all that had been lost would at least still be there, in the Void Mimeson-like Streamer Corridor. Familiar and different voices refreshed all the time-shifted troubles, returning to her dream eyes.

"At least tell me... the light that has already happened will not destroy the ruins and hatred at this time?"

The tide slowly receded from his body like a beast's assault—from the damp bites on his ears, from the obvious bruises on his hands, from the curled body hair that fell from the sheets. Time has mastered these imprints, but it has also been erasing them.

It's just that the palms that are not in the room are moving lightly on his bare back. The bits and pieces of slipping, as if revealing a certain voice in the cortex, a voice that he had already thrown out of his memory.

"The sound of the meteor shower piercing into the bones is a silvery shivering color, like a climax coming, and there is a dazed stream of light in front of you!"