"Still haven't found your divine talent word?"
While dodging Dark Mistblade's attacks, Rita tried hacking at the crimson chains.
"Yep. I'm just that mysterious and complicated of a woman."
Mistblade sighed.
"I thought after Quiet Mountain you might have matured a little."
Rita remembered what Y128 had once said.
"The story of Uncharted Star Sea is still going. There will always be new stories."
Returning from Quiet Mountain to Uncharted Star Sea felt like leaving a peaceful hidden paradise and stepping back into a war-torn ruin. The noise of life flooded over her again. Some loud, some warm, some painful.
Every time she wrote a World Sigh.
Every time she flipped a coin into the air.
It felt like coloring a black and white painting.
Mistblade said flatly, "So now you're blaming Uncharted Star Sea for your habit of talking nonsense?"
"Blaming you works too," Rita replied casually. "Someone has to carry the burden for me."
At the same time she tried something new.
