Feya: "..."
Why did she feel like she was saying something that should have been shameful?
Feya stared at her and asked, "What do you want to do?"
The elf smiled, the Black Moon on her forehead becoming more pronounced as she giggled, "Little girl accompanied by the power of destiny, don't you want to correct the mistakes of the past? The one who twisted the world's underlying threads of fate, even if just slightly, has led us to the present state over the span of thirty thousand years."
"You were supposed to be the heroes of this world, don't you want to reclaim your past glory? Are you content to walk humbly towards a future that is bound to be destroyed?"
"Heroes..."
The fox-eared girl listened in astonishment to the elf's words.
She had never thought that she and the Variants could be linked to the word 'hero'.
Under such tantalizing influence, mixed with a certain power from beyond this world, Feya's thought process began to blank out without her realizing it.