The Pocket Void Space inside Seijurou's consciousness had no sound. Even if there were gigantic neon flames burning furiously around him and the two other individuals with him, only a deafening kind of awkward silence lingered as he stood stunned after hearing the silver-haired child's revelation.
"What is the matter, young Erida?" asked the deceivingly young-looking boy as he squinted at his host with a hint of worry. "It is as if you have seen a ghost you had been dreading to see your entire life."
Seijurou took another moment to swallow like he was still taking in what he just heard from the child. However, the look of shock still remained on his face. "Forgive me, but this is a little too much for me to absorb. If you're the Pan, who's the one outside?"
"It seems our friend here is yet to see the realities of the world we live in," commented the Wind Spirit with its airy voice.
