Shuttling through the torrent of space, time, and memories, the cherry-pink radiance clinging around Baimeng grew increasingly faint, and the suppressed pain resurfaced. That fraction of power she had stripped away earlier to coax the child had ultimately taken a toll on this journey.
It was as though the hands of a clock had been spun forward. In the blink of an eye, it was midnight; Cinderella's gown was reaching its time limit and about to vanish, yet she had not yet managed to rush out of the prince's ballroom.
She had to hold on at least until she got back, seeing as she had promised to go to the Lantern Rite with Golden Alatus... and she had also promised not to let Aether worry.
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