Under the setting sun, the streets were desolate.
A black and a white figure chased each other around the street in a playful manner, and upon closer inspection, you could see that these two figures were actually two indistinct mists.
After playing for a while, the black mist stopped and looked at the white mist with a touch of melancholy, "Little White, you should go."
"What's wrong, Little Black? Don't you love me anymore?"
The white mist began to look sad, its hands formed from the mist clasped in front of its chest, as if it was heartbroken.
Of course, all these actions and words were being controlled by Wen Wen in secret, who was having a great time.
"Tomorrow at noon, something bad will happen here. You should try to stay as far away from Mallet Island as possible. After it's all over, I will come to find you."
Mallet Island was where the Cicada Ancestor resided.
The white mist seemed on the verge of tears, "But I... I can't bear to leave you..."
"Be good..."
