The firmament spilled with blue-purple as intense as an oil painting, the spires of Gothic architecture piercing out aggressively, pointing towards the bizarre twilight.
In the distance, the clock tower and White Tower resounded with a desolate evening bell that tore through the silence, its echoes trembling long in the dusk.
A youth with dazzling purple long hair sat atop a glass roof, maintaining human form, though their hair had the texture of a star sea, and their eyes were as clear and tranquil as two cold moons suspended in an ancient cold night.
The Fifth Thrones, Starfire.
"Swish——"
Fragments formed from the soul of Huan Jiala fell into their palm.
"...You've worked hard for these thousands of years, come back." Starfire said to the fragments.
