Yu Sheng arrived at the edge of the broken floating island, gazing somewhat lostly at the endless chaos and void outside, and the magnificent stream of light spanning the darkness, as if falling into deep thought.
Baili Qing's voice came from behind him: "What are you thinking about?"
"Random thoughts, mainly about Anka Aela," Yu Sheng didn't hide his thoughts, his tone tinged with emotion. "I know it might sound strange, but I've never had a real sense of the existence of a 'Dark Angel,' and Anka Aela is the first Dark Angel I've encountered... The things in its memory are hard for me to let go."
Footsteps approached, and Baili Qing stood by Yu Sheng's side: "What do you mean? The disaster that struck its homeland? Or the extinction of the civilization it represents?"
