With a thud that reverberated through the air, the three guardians gracefully touched down on the ground, their eyes immediately fixating on their young master. A myriad of expressions danced across their faces, particularly on the weathered countenance of Old Ai.
"No one can stand a chance against time, huh?" Old Ai mused, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze oscillated between his young master and the vast expanse of the clear blue sky. His eyes, as sharp as a hawk's, honed in on a faint particle of a thousand remaining stars that came into view, their light penetrating his deep black orbs.
Slit pupils, reminiscent of a beast, momentarily flickered with a hundred questions. Confronted with this enigmatic situation, every cell in Old Ai's brain roused from its long slumber, desperately seeking answers.
