Sender: Cyrene
Recipient: Demiurge

*This page of the story comes from the 309,785th Eternal Recurrence, in a tranquil place where flowers bloomed. Imagine if the girl who returned to the nether realm wasn't completely cut off from the mortal world, and the Netherwing, retaining Polyxia's remaining sanity, ferried her back and forth across the River of Souls… *

“The dragon's here, the dragon's here again…!”

The skies of Okhema suddenly darkened as the Netherwing's massive silhouette circled above the Mamoreal Market, blocking out the sun. With powerful wingbeats, it descended upon Kephale Plaza, unleashing an earth-shattering roar. The residents frantically rushed back to their homes, retrieving items they had prepared in advanced. This had clearly become the holy city's newest custom, as people eagerly crowded around the Netherwing, afraid of being left behind.

“Please give me a Mortis flower! In exchange, please take this candlelight to Lady Castorice on the other shore!”

“Me too! I'd like a few bunches of Antila flowers to decorate my little shop. In return, I'll give you some seasonal fruits. They're super fresh, just harvested a few days ago!”