Nephis held the shimmering crystals, looking at them with a heavy expression. Sunny was also staring at the shards, his head full of dark thoughts.
The remnants of shattered souls glowed softly in the dim twilight of dusk.
Around them, the inhabitants of the outer settlement were hurrying to get inside their pitiful hovels before the coming of night. The sun was already hidden behind the cyclopean silhouette of the Crimson Spire, drowning the world in its eerie shadow. The air was full of fear and worry.
He grimaced.
"What are you thinking about?"
Changing Star sighed and looked up. Her ivory face was harsh and thoughtful. She remained silent for a while, and then said in her usual calm tone:
"We need to split up."
Sunny couldn't help but laugh.
"You do know what usually happens when people split up in these kinds of situations, right?"
She stared at him with no humor in her cold, grey eyes.
