Shannon pulled the brush back from the canvas and panted heavily.
She felt very drained, and felt that she could collapse at any moment. Even so, she stared at the painting in front of her, where three people hugged each other in front of a golden portal.
Within the depths of her purple eyes, she felt a little envious of them. For a brief moment, the girl who had spent most of her life inside the shrine, wished that she was with them.
Shannon wished that she had also been there in that unbelievable world that hovered between life and death.
Seeing her condition, the silver-haired man immediately supported her body to prevent her from falling over.
"You did well," the silver-haired man praised. "Now, let's put you to bed so you can rest."
"Yes," Shannon weakly replied as she allowed herself to be carried to the bed by her father.
