Doma City Sacred Tree's temple at its roots, the fireflies dancing in the air were like a pair of eyes gathering and scattering.
Sitting cross-legged on the vine-wooden bed, Night Ten stared blankly at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the flickering fireflies, and through the vine-wood walls that could block all light.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Like when flipping through a picture book, suddenly meeting the gaze of the little figure inside it.
But unlike before, this time he wasn't the one flipping the book.
And the eyes he met were those beyond the page as thin as a cicada's wings.
"...I see."
In an instant, he finally understood why it was said that Gaia and the Tree of Yenshof were both Him and not Him.
And not just that—
He also understood why what was said was a meaningless answer to them.
"You've broken the 'Fourth wall'..." Night Ten blurted out a sentence.
