—Frey Starlight's POV—
I knew I couldn't defeat her.
My mother was far stronger than me, and I had accepted that truth a long time ago.
But I wanted to try, at least.
And after Father joined me, I genuinely thought we might have a chance, however small it was.
A chance to win.
But never had I imagined...
That the gulf between us and that woman was this vast.
"Can a living being... really possess this much power? Is something like this even allowed?"
My grip around my sword loosened as I found myself staring at the colossal Aether stars descending upon us from the heavens.
Rumors had always circulated about the power of the First Writer, Clea.
Some claimed that she possessed an infinite reserve of Aether, just as Audrey possessed an infinite supply of Aura.
Others said those strange eyes of hers, those eyes resembling entire universes, actually contained enough Aether to fill whole universes within them.
They had always been nothing more than rumors to me.
