"Seeing the cruelty of time and its complicity with decay"
"To turn the purity of your youth into the filth of night"
The clear and ethereal singing voice was like a chant and also like a sigh. As the song went on, the sky darkened again, and the colorful glass sky gradually turned into the dark night with twinkling stars in it.
Loran Hill slowly opened his eyes in the night sky, and the transparent cicada wings behind him, like fireflies, gently spread out, casting bits of light.
The silver hair was illuminated by the fireflies on the wings, revealing a hazy face in the night.
"I will contend with time,"
The girl took a deep breath and continued to sing. In the dark night, countless fireflies and streams of light gathered towards her. A sword blade like a flower bag was held tightly in her hand. Its petals opened to form a guard, and the core of the flower became a flawless pure white blade.
'It withers you'
"I ask you to transplant flowers and trees to change into new clothes."
The sword blade shone in this dark world, and a sword pierced into the dark sky. Threads of light overflowed from it, and then cracks continued to spread. The colorful glass continued to shatter, falling as beautifully as rain, and the phenomena of those on the earth that had transformed into fairies also slowly disappeared. Countless people once again felt the magic power they had before, and their extraordinary abilities were working again.
The elf in the purple skirt: "You are like a discordant note, so willful and arrogant."
The Elf in the Green Skirt: "Songs are like the seasons; everything should be sung in accordance with the season."
The Elf in the Blue Dress: "When beauty is no longer beautiful, what do you pursue?"
The Elf in the Red Dress: "If destroying everything is considered noble, then the world will be nothing but debris."
The Elf in the Yellow Skirt: "Stop singing!"
The elf in the black dress: "You will become a fading firefly, buried in the darkness, abandoned and forgotten."
The six elves released their hands and flew high into the sky again. They spun in the midday sun and sang again.
But this time, it is another new and mysterious event.
Pairs of transparent cicada wings slowly grew from behind the six elves, eventually forming six broad wings. Although their color was transparent, upon closer inspection, they seemed to be overflowing with colorful feathers.
Six different colors gradually appeared in the corners of the eyes, and symbols of different shapes began to emerge in the eyes of these six elves.
Transparent flames ignited in the eyes, and the symbols within them slowly rotated and bloomed like flowers.
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.
Fireflies fell from the sky, and the originally floating silver-haired figure fell.
The remnants of the fairy clan's slaughter of thirteen witches in the past reappeared today thousands of years later.
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