Under the melody of the fate's surging waves, a white beam of light shot straight up from the top of Asjate Mountain, piercing through the clouds. Two more beams of light opened up on either side of the pillar, forming a glowing cross in the sky, dazzling to look upon from afar.
"Why are you crying?"
At the bottom of the cross, a young boy with glistening wings adjusted his posture, leaned in towards Roland, and wiped the boy's tears with his fingertip. Already adorable, his face became even more endearing due to the shimmering tear marks. Mimicking the techniques found in the data program to handle such a situation, Li Lin asked in a reassuring tone.
"Ah — No... it's nothing. Just got some sand in my eyes."
Clumsily concealing the inexplicable turmoil in his heart, desperately holding back the burning in his eyes, he turned his blushing face away in shame.
"Indeed, you are the son of Rinaldo Dark and Iris Barloon Dark. You are destined to become an outstanding man."
