Rustling...
In the fragment of time-space, the Goddess of Beauty quietly awaited the response from the other side.
The swirling vortex connected the Abyss and the Mortal Realm, yet the separation between them still existed.
Thus, at the bottom of Tartarus, within the chaotic time-space that had not fully evolved into a complete interface—
Darkness undulated like flowing water, and yet resembled a colorful ribbon.
Aphrodite was not aware that on the other side of what seemed to be a calm time-space tunnel, an indescribable, massive entity was stirred by her words, causing a tumult like a roaring tsunami.
"...Ah..."
"A vessel, huh..."
The voice murmured, echoing from all directions.
Hearing the voice, the expression became somewhat bewildered.
Between sanity and madness, so many years had flown by. Yet at this moment, the thing she once sought to reclaim was right before her eyes, but despite Moya's attempts to remember, she could not recall her former appearance.
