Cermin couldn't believe his eyes at all. He had witnessed many things as a transmigrator, even weird things like vampires with tentacle wings, or people being engaged to Moomin-like creatures at the age of 10....
But this was weird, in a different way.
It looked amazing and sad at the same time, somehow. The stars falling down.
It felt like when something died, but in such a painfully beautiful way. And you know that one day, that thing will find its way back to you.....
And sure enough, new stars dotted the sky. Shining brighter than those before them.
The people cheered, and someone made fireworks from their Mage Focus, explosions of color on the black and white night sky.
He turned to Ronin watching these fireworks with narrowed eyes. Every time there was a new explosion, it becomes reflected in his dark, dark eyes. Painting it with some color.
Cermin found himself singing. A silly tune that he had to sing so much as a child, again and again.
