The cube was scrambled and restored.
"Only I have the right to look down upon Starsea and Quiet Mountain."
"Submit."
Rita's calm voice resounded through Starsea.
Just as they had returned from the future to the past to write history.
Just as she had painted the final-page illustration, then forced reality to move toward the result she desired.
Just as she had always done.
She anchored the outcome, then made fate approach her.
The moment she met the gaze of the sky-shrouding Eye of Surveillance, the clock in Rita's right eye began spinning at high speed.
In an instant, the Eye of Surveillance in the sky became flecked with golden light.
Time markings appeared upon it.
Meanwhile, deep blue starlight flowed through Rita's right pupil.
What she wanted was not exchange.
It was seizure.
As she said, only she was qualified to look down upon Starsea and Quiet Mountain.
"No!"
