On the icy surface of the Abyss-Sea, a flesh-and-blood island rose once more. This was Charles, now possessing the power to reverse the flow of the Abyss-Sea's time.
His gaze pierced the darkness, returning to Hope Island, where he saw the crew members who had once ventured with him.
Linda, Deep, Bandages, Audric, James…
Looking at them, Charles recalled all that had passed, and a fond smile touched his lips.
Of course, the crew was more than just them—besides those who had died, others were still part of him.
With a slight stir in his heart, his body of flesh slowly split open, and a sun gently rose from within. "Mr. Charles."
"Lily." Charles's hundreds of thousands of eyes gazed at her. "You should go. Find your own path. I might not have time to be with you anymore."
The immense sun traced a slow circle around the island of flesh, and Lily's ethereal voice echoed in his ear. "I'm not going anywhere. Wherever you go, I'll go too!"
