Chapter Eighty Two
-Poof!-
The Weaver exploded without getting another statement past her lips as I stared at my surrounding, dumbfounded.
What the fuck just happened?! Wasn't she going to guide me to Spirit King? Where did she go after taking my memory?
[Ping!]
[We think she was definitely a thief.]
I agree. Tch. What a waste of memory.
[Ping!]
[Host should check her house. Maybe, we'll find something there?]
What if she comes back?
[Ping!]
[She won't.]
How are you so sure?
[Ping!]
[Just go.]
I sighed, standing in the center of the clearing, the silence that followed the Weaver's explosion was more jarring than the music that had led me here.
Tiny, glittering particles of starlight drifted through the air like radioactive snow, settling onto my boots and dissolving into the neon grass.
It's all glitters in this Realm. Does God love glitter a lot of something?
The ground stopped vibrating.
