In the great forest of Kamut, another night embraced the pretty boy that had been running for days and was still running with black clothing and pitch-black hair.
His eyes were beautiful obsidian black, which perfectly went well with the night.
The forest was cheerful as always and the festivals of night, screams, blood, and lights were still going on as he passed through everywhere.
It was a night that was normal, and the day would shin upon them shortly.
"Celes looks like we will reach there tomorrow." He said and jumped on another tree branch as silently as a feather.
Looking at him from the air, a beautiful butterfly replied in his mind while dancing in the air.
[{ Master~! We will finally see that beautiful trees. }]
Her voice was filled with excitement, and that was because she wanted to taste the flowers of the willow tree.
It was surprising, but now, she can taste the flowers... or more precisely, the wavelength of the different lights of the flowers.
