Chapter 363: #Sequel. Sophien
... Chirp, chirp—
... Chirp, chirp, chirp—
The song of a bird chirping somewhere in the sky and the stinging sunlight that pricked her closed eyelids were annoying, and Sophien, who had been tossing and turning, found herself opening her eyes.
Then Sophien stared blankly at the sky and, while looking at the scenery, momentarily thought back to memories of what had just happened.
Sophien hung Deculein’s painting in the gallery, and having been exiled and swept up in the storm of time, her body was torn, crushed, shattered, and disintegrated in the rift of time...
"Is this the continent?"
Before being dropped into a nameless forest, not knowing whether it was past, present, or future, or whether it lay on a continent, an island, or another planet, Sophien had already been stripped of her sense of time and space.
"... How cheap," Sophien continued, her eyes scanning her own body.
The remaining lifespan for Sophien was, at most, a day or two, and her death was already determined, yet it was certainly a cheap price to pay for having held back the deterrence with her entire body.
“Even this body of mine can be broken.”
After believing her whole life that she would be immortal, she was now dying like this, and Sophien let out a hollow laugh she didn’t understand, not knowing if it was fortune or misfortune, as she forced her twisted body to stand.
The only thing left for Sophien was to find a place to die, for although her corpse was bound to undergo spontaneous combustion, she could not bring herself to die without knowing where she was.