At this moment, as Minx set yet another catalyst into motion, she genuinely had no hidden agenda driving her actions.
Everything she'd done so far could be chalked up to instinct, yet each move served a purpose—to ensure the needle shifted.
The needle between existence and nonexistence.
Ash and Elysia floated in the empty Treasury, watching the tale of Minx unfold like a living film projected in the white void.
The air felt thick with the weight of time, the silence broken only by their quiet conversation.
Ash's reddish-purple eyes stayed locked on the scene, his expression carrying a blend of curiosity and faint amusement.
"To think she's been pulling the strings from the very start," he murmured.
It was clear she was meant to be something far greater than even the Mother and Father had imagined.
Yet, all this time, he couldn't quite pinpoint when she began playing the game for herself.
