Valencia walked away, her back not even turning once while Xiao's body fell to the ground. There was a hint of peace on his face, while regret grew in his heart that he couldn't get to know what had happened to Yurou. Like that, the story of two people connected by fate severed that day.
...
An unknown time later:
'So this is the end?'
Valencia thought as she gazed at the destruction that was consuming the cosmos. She sat on an enormous throne, her eyes fixed on the Heavenly tree which was rotting away. It had lived through time immemorial, yet now it was fading away, dying, and soon so would she.
