"Are we really going to roll Dice to decide the direction?"
"Sort of, but I just thought of something—we can call someone here."
"Call who?"
"Our old classmate."
Li Mumu knelt, took out three cigarettes she picked up on the road, lit them, and stuck them into the ground. Then, following the ritual style of The Sutra of Guiding the Deceased to the Afterlife, she bit her finger and wrote the name "Sun-eating Wolf Tingdaros."
The saying goes: pray to the Buddha you meet in the temple you visit.
In this end-of-time world near the terminal of the timeline, summoning Lucia who hunts the river of time seemed to be the most reliable idea she could come up with.
Regardless of its effectiveness, trying costs nothing.
Vaguely, she heard a wolf howl from afar, and when she opened her eyes again, the world before her had shattered.
This was its most genuine aspect.
The road itself hadn't changed, only that they'd carelessly stepped onto a temporal fragment.
