From every angle, this was an exquisitely crafted letter, with the machine printing ink on plasticized cardstock. When Xu Yang turned it over, he quickly saw more from Xylophia—a poem she had written for Farosa, quite brief. Xu Yang read it silently to himself.
"'Daytime'"
We ended the absurd feast, extinguishing the leaping flames.
A wisp of smoke lingered after the long night, mountains and flowers arose.
Ever since you arrived among us, everything has changed.
For you are the daytime, making the stars fade away."
The machine had replicated Xylophia's handwriting, her strokes full and skilled, akin to a calligrapher. The entire letter and the poem on its back could be considered a work of art. Xu Yang took great care in storing it, never even considering folding it, preparing to pass it on to Farosa.
"Godslayer Weapon." Xu Yang mused, "If the champions of the Colosseum could get their hands on it, the reward for the competition would be a bit too generous."
