Before Laine stepped out of the Land of Eternal Night, the concentration of the God of West Wind's spirit was unprecedented.
Ripples spread through the stillness of the Land of Eternal Night that had lasted for hundreds of years; a sign that someone emerged from within. But no one knew who it might be.
Perhaps a woman in a black dress, or just a nymph fairy.
Under the tense watch of Zephyrus, a ripple flashed by, and Laine and Hypnos emerged one after the other.
The disturbance of the night began to subside, and after waiting a while longer, ensuring that no third person was coming, the God of West Wind finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, he had been considering, had he been caught by the Lady of Night, how long he would insist before giving up the existence of the Divine King. In fact, this thought had crossed his mind many times over the past few hundred years. Fortunately, reality never granted him the opportunity to make that choice.
