Between the islands, in the gap of the orbit where magical dust floated aimlessly in the void, Sylvia had seated herself on a pile of rocks in the dark, empty space, her gaze fixed on the emptiness before her. The flow of rocks and mana, revolving like planets under the pull of the Floating Island's gravity, was reflected in her eyes.0

“Have you collected your thoughts?” Idnik asked, stepping closer with a quiet rustle.0

Sylvia gave a silent nod.0

A hawk landed on her shoulder—Swifty, appearing even swifter and sharper than before. Meanwhile, Bearbie Panda rested on her thigh, fast asleep.0

“So, what course of action will you take?”0

Sylvia gazed at the countless fragments drifting through the air. Materials that had once failed to form an island, now shattered, began to take shape in her mind, piecing together fragments of her memories.0

... Deculein von Grahan-Yukline. Are his feelings for me just guilt, pity, or sympathy? How can he say he cares for me after killing my mother? Sylvia thought, remembering his blue eyes—brilliant like crystals, yet cold and distant. That beautiful face, stained with her mother’s blood.3

“I will hate him until my dying breath. To the very end of this world, with all my strength,” Sylvia said.11

Idnik remained silent, merely observing the landscape that Sylvia’s mana had already begun to shape.0

Swoooosh…0

Fragments of rock, grains of sand, and dying moss that had once drifted aimlessly were now gathering on the small patch of land, slowly expanding. Materials that had failed to form an island were coming together once more.0

“Idnik,” a voice called out,...0