The dark blue tint fell from the sky. Covering up the last warmth of sunset and colors the sky with a moody tone of blue.

“So , where did Nameless go?” Neon asks.

“I don’t know , it’s not like I ring a bell and she’ll be here.” Suiming answers while holding a mug filled with hot drinks.

“I wanted to ask this for a while , but who is this Nameless you keep mentioning?” Michael says after taking a tablet and swallowing it with a hand freezing cup of water.

“She’s a friend of mine.” Suiming answers carelessly.

Their fireless bonfire talk continues as the sandglass of sky turns. The clouds went from pink to deep blue and became almost unnoticeable as the arm of stars raised in the night sky. Their topics switch almost every two sentences , from the flower tides in the Flora Dome to the sleepless neon flavored streets of Siyue and even what may be outside the sky or what is the pale lighted dots and river of clouds in the night sky.

“Suiming , you told me that you’ve met Canvas , right?” Acryl asks , tugging himself deeper in his jacket that he knows is too thin to keep him warm.

“Oh , yeah , that was when I snuck into the Grand dome. He was there with…a … former colleague of mine.”

“Anyways it isn’t time to be so darn blue , am I right?” Suiming continues , skipping any possible question.

Their words and drink sipping never stopped. This time they light up a small campfire to keep themselves warm , knowing that they can just go deeper into the fiber made shelter. But why would they hide themselves from the beautiful light-pollute-less star sprinkled sky and the arm of nebulas of Euth? After all this is the cradle of astronomy in this shattered land.

Michael is concerned that they might drink all the drinks this temporary base has to offer. His concern didn’t last long as he got more and more stuck to the stories of Suiming teaching in school while using a fake identity.

“So at the time my students were suspecting about why Josh wasn’t school and-”

“Tavia , I can feel the trace of your reality bending realm-arts kilometers away.” Suiming breaks their topic , looking to the other side where the fire’s light can’t reach.

“Good evening folks , it's been a while, teacher , Neon , and these two young men right here?” Tavia says while the fire casts more and more light to her glasses and brown coat. Tavia’s eyes are covered by the highlights of the glasses , but everyone can feel how her sight warmly waves through everyone’s face and then stops at Michael.

“...Ah , I see , you must be the Michael Josh told me about…and my friend , i think i’ve seen you somewhere…” Tavia says as she moves her look to Acryl.

The boys didn’t speak or move as if they were cats being held on their neck. Only the campfire whispered its words of burning wood.

“So what brings you here?” Suiming breaks the silence.

“Just some questions I'd like to get answers on my hand.”

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“Did you get them from Lilly’s brotherhood?”

Tavia nods.

A flow of excitement streams through Suiming’s face , the last time he showed such a face was on that aircraft where he met Acryl.

“Who are the edge seekers? And where are they from?”

The excitement continues to stay in Suiming’s keyhole pupil eyes. That organization Nameless created never lets him down.

“Who asked that question?”

“A new member and Rosmarine asked that.” Tavia explains.

“Keep going.”

“...And someone asked if anyone knows anybody with combat oriented realm-arts in Auderheim or going to Auderheim.”

“The same new member asked that,” Tavia adds , “they stated that they will pay the person and the person who provides the answer.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.” Tavia confirms.

“Do you want to know who Rosmarine is?” Suiming turns his answer to another side.

“Of course”

“Soo… a friend of mine is the Rosmarine… remember , any question from that Rosmarine lady is extremely important.”

“But, teacher, why? ” Tavia throws her question at her former teacher.

“She is the founder of the brotherhood.” Suiming answers.

“Tavia , I have to let you down , but I don't have an answer for the two questions.” he continues.

“...I see , if that’s so ,” Tavia says , she looked around and said:

“, can I have a word with you in private?”

Suiming looks around , most tents and the gaps in-and-between are empty. They both walk to the edge of the puddle of the tents ,where the firelight can’t reach them , but the stars shine where their footsteps will be.

Suiming couldn’t hear the voice of Neon or anyone else , he looked to Tavia.

“What is it , Tavia?”

“Teacher…that young man in white… and that Micheal-”

“I lied.” Suiming breaks the words of his student.

“I know someone that is going to Auderheim.” He continues , ignoring Tavia.

Tavia hasn’t seen her teacher’s face being so solid and voice so serious in the last decade.There is either a serious voice or a frown on Suimin’s face , but there is never both.

“Tavia , if you can feel the scent of it , so do I. I can hide them from those things… but it isn’t permanent.”

“And of course i can’t hide him from Existences , that’s what you want to tell me right?’’

Tavia nods , her glasses reflecting the stone serious face of Suiming.

They both did not say a single word , Suiming walks back to the campfire as Tavia’s body swirls and disappears.

Usually in the night it is hard to spot any light from the Grand dome. It is to minimize the light pollution from the dome’s manmade light. But this time , when Suiming walked to the campfire, a light source coming from the dome’s side was overshadowing the moon’s stare.

A smell enters his nose , triggering his memory back to a century. Suiming’s eyes open wide , his feet marching forward like an unstoppable machine.

The campfire sings its own lullaby , so is familiar faces lighted by that rhythm of fire.

Except there are two fires.

Nameless arrived as well. She sits in the corner of the fire and her eyes reflect the dust and smoke from the far away light source.

“What the heck happened when I was gone?” Suiming questions.

“Looks like Fosfor is working overtime.” Nameless responds , almost to herself.