Above the Pantheon.
The End Witch, Ivyst, slightly tilted her head upward, gazing at the pitch-black space-time rift in the sky.
In an instant, a familiar figure surrounded by a black mire suddenly fell from the passage.
Because he seemed to have fallen into some kind of temporary unconsciousness, he was currently plummeting toward the ground uncontrollably.
The cold woman with white hair and red eyes should have controlled his fall to slow it down.
For some unknown reason, looking at the boy's face which still carried traces of pain, she inexplicably glided forward with light steps, slightly spreading her arms, and catching the slender, thin body of the boy in her embrace.
With a slight collision, the End Witch felt a bit of impact against her chest, followed quickly by warm breath.
Perhaps because of the wrong falling posture, when the boy fell into her arms, his face was seamlessly embedded into a pair of deep valleys.
