In the dim hallway, faint lights flickered.
Two silvery figures floated at high speed. They were Shepherd Silver people, natural Glassfolk and Foreign Domain travelers. But now, they were merely fleeing as desperate survivors.
"...Traitor...Covenant..."
"Retribution...Mistake..."
Flashes of silver light were their way of exchanging information. Even at the brink of hopelessness, they were still entangled in their hearts.
Contrary to the information they had provided, they weren't just travelers from the Star Realm; they were also rootless drifters. Their planet and world had plunged deep into the Abyss several centuries ago.
Like the gypsies of their Star Realm, they had been without a home for a long time. Wherever they went, they attempted to make this peaceful world their home before everything became irreversible.