24 Chaos Unsnarled

Beyond where the white stops is a boundary formed by a black restraint, past which the white cannot traverse.

The stranger of a girl leans slothfully against a tree branch, her voice sounding so devoid of life that it seems that even the gentlest gusts of wind would take her away.

Where the Hetero-Creatures were unable to set their foot on the destroyed staircase, they can now safely do so with the corpses of their kind underfoot.

The desire to survive is in the genes of every creature on Earth.

She realizes how different she is compared with others. In their eyes, she is like a hairy monster.

Knowing the black feathered arrow will arrive in the next instant, she quietly closes her eyes.

She cannot help but stare at the eyes that have been "accompanying" her all this time. The golden pupils are still open. They seem like a vortex that is about to pull her consciousness in.

The rest of the factors just grow on the land of one's subjective self. As long as the underlying soil is still fertile, it will cultivate free souls that can break all limitation.