It was a surge, powerful enough to engulf the soul, this intense emotion.
However, the next moment.
Hathaway gently closed her eyes.
After a long pause, when those eyes reopened once more.
Deep within her heart, the surge seemed as though it might erupt at any moment, yet Hathaway forcibly repressed the turbulent emotions with immense willpower.
"Although right now, there are so, so many things I wish to share with Teacher Shiayar, perhaps talking for three days and nights wouldn't be enough."
"But――"
"But, now isn't the time for reminiscing, is it."
The Golden Elf just silently watched Shiayar.
Back on the Lost Island, Hathaway, in her naive and impractical fantasy, thought of saving all the Elves, but instead dragged Shiayar into the Darkness, into the Abyss.
That nearly became a tragically irreversible end.
