Days flew by inside the Pavilion, and for the millions of participants, it felt like only a few hours had passed.
One after another, participants stepped up to share their visions, and ever since Ash's turn, the nonsense and mocking had quieted down considerably.
Meanwhile, the man sat with his eyes closed, arms folded behind his head, reclining on nothing but air. He smiled, already aware of the direction this little event would take, though he waited patiently—something about it had been unclear to him in the timelines.
As the first event drew to a close, his eyes slowly opened, landing on a figure he knew well, carried forward by her zafu.
Her appearance, however, was entirely different now, with black hair cascading to her waist, pure black eyes, and pupils dotted in white.
It was Shia Narakava, formerly known as Shia Solace, the eldest sister of Ash and Nia.
The moment he appeared a few days ago and revealed his vision, she noticed him instantly.
