As the Darkness rapidly returned, the seawater was once again dyed a deep, ink-green—a color Charles was all too familiar with. The sky-blue seawater had long since vanished from his mind; to him, the sea was supposed to be this color.
At that moment, a thought suddenly struck Charles. He turned his head toward the enormous black sphere. It was radiating darkness outward, and its size was gradually shrinking. Staring at the sphere, Charles felt as if something was lodged in his chest, an unbearable weight of sorrow.
This being before him was the only friend he had made inside the Octahedron. Their friendship was genuine, their feelings pure and unadulterated. Yet now, this friend was about to disappear—and it was he who had brought it here. "Friday, this is your home. You're home now."
