In the consciousness space, Yumo stood before a small room's door with a complicated emotion. After taking several deep breaths to compose herself, she nervously turned the doorknob and opened the sealed room.
The moment the door opened, unexpected sobbing reached her ears, causing her expression to freeze in surprise.
"Eh?"
Inside sat a girl who looked identical to her except for eye color, curled up pitifully on the bed. This was Momo, Yumo's alter ego born from the Abyssal powers.
Unlike Yumo's memories of Momo as bold and fearless, she now appeared fragile and weak - completely unbefitting her status as an Abyssal Lord. Her beautiful face was filled with hurt and lingering fear.
Momo's lips trembled as tears rolled down like scattered pearls. Her crying resembled a mournful melody, revealing her inner pain and deep fear. Her sobs were as soft as a kitten's mewling, the vulnerable sound tugging at one's heartstrings.
