Consciousness grew increasingly scattered, spirit sinking into a lightless abyss, as if even the soul was about to drift away from the body.
At this moment, the last image in Lorin Morton's mind was the deep-seated reason she established the "Vengeance Blade," and the goal she had pursued over all these years at sea:
"Father..."
Whoosh——
The sound of the Short-tailed Albatross flapping its wings above her head briefly roused her consciousness back to reality.
Then came the painful cries from Rein, the suddenly stalled music, and the rushing water shot out unexpectedly, the noise of feathers and air friction during a fall from height—these all refocused Lorin's attention.
Not knowing where the last ounce of strength came from.
Weak flames emerged over her body covered in scorch marks, her fiery red hair gently dancing with dirt.
