In another memory, Soul Reaper Jet was looking down at the vast expanse of the Night Garden as life slowly flowed out of her broken soul, drop by drop — like it always did.
Bringing a golden fruit to her mouth, she took a bite and chewed its flesh slowly, a thoughtful expression on her face.
She spared the fruit a long look.
"Eating fruits every day…"
She had never even seen a fruit during her time in the outskirts, let alone tasted one.
Life was sure full of surprises. It was full of unexpected outcomes, as well.
Taking another bite, she continued to study the lively expanse of the layered decks far below.
Things were turning strange on the Night Garden.
The ship was currently gliding through the boundless abyss of the dark sky below the Chained Isles. There was nothing but an endless emptiness above it. Beneath it, meanwhile, was a furious sea of fire— it was as if the Night Garden was sailing above the surface of a star.
