That kiss burned upon that person's heart.
Anos stared blankly at Mira.
"You... what in the world are you..."
Anos's mind went blank, empty of everything, with her pupils dilated.
She looked at Mira, whose face was shrouded in a holy glow, flawless, with such pure eyes that one could see directly into all of Mira's intentions.
All sounds ceased at that moment, and everything fell into silence.
Anos shivered; she trembled, unable to utter a word, enduring the gaze of Mira, who seemed to be scrutinizing her, scrutinizing an Anos without a Golden Heart.
"Anos."
The Envoy suddenly spoke.
"You... what do you want to say..."
Anos was entirely bewildered, as if she had just emerged from amniotic fluid, her voice trembling.
After enduring such opposition and finally a violent encounter, she had mistakenly believed she had reached the end of her life.
"Leave this place."
The Envoy said.
"...Where should I go?"
Anos asked, clueless.
