All things freeze, time stops.
This grand performance has been paused by a lunatic presence; in the rift of time and space, Aimou faces that evil will alone.
"Alice" never revealed her identity, but now Aimou already knows who she is—the specter that has always accompanied her, delivering the Fantasy Species to her, a sinister entity.
Devil.
Aimou suddenly felt a massive sorrow. If she had opened her heart to Bologue, if she hadn't agreed to the Devil's bargain, if she hadn't used the Fantasy Species...
None of this should have happened.
Aimou muttered, "This is a conspiracy... from your conspiracy."
Alice maintained that eerie smile, in this eternal realm everything was stagnant, they had ample time to discuss the content of the deal.
Scenes from Aimou's past experiences floated before her eyes, at this moment Aimou realized what kind of trap she had walked into.
