El'Rion looked up, his expression solemn, a touch of sadness and forlornness on his expression. It wasn't the kind of face that a child should make, but Leonel felt a hint of subtlety within it, the kind that told him that this expression wasn't perfectly his, but rather one that had been passed down.
It was an interesting feeling. But he felt that if the future could impact the past, then it wasn't too unacceptable. That said, he felt it was more complicated than that.
A race like the Pluto had abilities he couldn't fathom. Even turning back time across Existence wasn't outside their purview. Maybe they had a method of passing down important thoughts and feelings to their highest priority descendants…
"… The Northern Star is quite beautiful, isn't it?" El'Rion suddenly said.
Leonel's heart skipped a beat. Why did he suddenly feel that the Northern Star El'Rion was mentioning was the very same Northern Star he was so familiar with?
