This girl is like a star, rising slowly in this magnificent and peaceful land, and her blue hair gradually loses color in the singing, turning into flawless silver again.

The magnificent drawings in the sky that gradually turned into gold also stopped as the girl sang, and the reflected distant land became far away again, like a dream that could never be reached.

"Witnessing the brutality of time and its complicity in decay"

"To turn the whiteness of your youth into the filth of the night"

The clear and ethereal singing voice was like a chant or a sigh. As he sang, the sky darkened again, and the colorful glazed sky gradually turned into a dark night, with stars twinkling in it.

Lorraine Hill slowly opened his eyes in the night sky, and the transparent cicada wings behind him, like fireflies, gently spread out and shed a little light.

The silver hair was reflected by the firefly wings, revealing a hazy face in the night.

"I will fight against time,"

The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. Countless fireflies and streams of light converged on her in the dark night. A sword like a flower bag was clenched in her hand. Its petals opened to form a gauntlet, and the flower core became a

The flawless pure white blade.

"It withers you"

"I asked you to replace the flowers and replace them with new clothes."

The blade of the sword shines in this dark world. A sword pierces the dark sky, and wisps of light escape from it. Then the cracks continue to spread, the colorful glass continues to shatter, and the sadness and beauty fall like rain, while those on the earth are transformed into

The phenomenon of goblins also slowly disappeared. Countless people once again sensed the previous magic power, and their extraordinary abilities began to operate again.

The elf in purple skirt: "You are like a discordant sound, so willful and arrogant."

The Elf in the Green Dress: "Songs are like the four seasons, everything should be sung in sequence."

The Elf in the Blue Dress: "When beauty is no longer beauty, what do you pursue?"

The elf in the red dress: "If breaking everything is considered noble, then the world will be like debris."

The elf in the yellow dress: "Stop, stop singing."

The elf in the black dress: "You will turn into a fading firefly, buried in the dark night, abandoned and forgotten by others."

The six elves let go of each other's hands and flew high in the sky again. They swirled under the midday sun, and then sang again.

Only this time, it is a new and mysterious event.

Pairs of transparent cicada wings slowly grow from the backs of these six elves, and finally form six broad wings. Although their colors are transparent, if you look closely, they seem to be filled with seven colors.

Six different colors gradually appeared in the corners of their eyes, and symbols of different shapes began to appear in the eyes of these six elves.

Transparent flames ignited in the eyes, and the symbols inside were like flowers, slowly rotating and blooming.

They flapped their wings again, slowly descended from the sky, and then turned into shining light.

In an instant, seventeen flapping wings flashed, and countless afterimages of light appeared and disappeared, tearing and cutting the silver-haired girl under the sky.

Dots of fireflies fell from the sky, and the silver-haired figure that was originally floating fell.
Chapter completed!