It was an ashen lone eye.
A dull gaze that initially depicted the unknown.
Upon further inspection, the glare seemed tired.
It was as though it was silently conveying that it wanted to rest.
There was no malice in it, only eternal desire.
"Don't tell me…" Grey mumbled; even Moly and Virelle could see it.
"Virelle, do you know the true nature of the fruit that came from the Deadwood Fall?"
Throughout the history written in Magica Records, countless wars were waged under the name of the Dark God, and it's even possible that some of these conflicts were forgotten by or hidden from the civilization of the present time. With that said, Virelle answered, "Not that I'm aware. But I vividly remember that it was known as the Fruit of Freedom.
"Why, Grey? Is something the matter?"
