But Neville had no time to dwell on these feelings. He quickly raised his trident and sent the black pearl floating outward.
It drifted low across the ground, past the wreckage toward Geron's mecha's hands. One of the patients there, the golden-haired woman who barely managed to recover, reached out to receive it.
It was Catalina.
Tears were already dripping down her face as she tracked the black pearl down. Before it even descended into her hands, a box appeared out of nowhere, floating below it.
The black pearl settled inside it.
Catalina thought that it was already done and began reaching for it. But the moment the black pearl touched the velvet inside, the black pearl shattered; no, it came apart once more. The fine gray ash of mixed remains and bones of a cremation was sealed inside the box as it closed.
