Chapter 87

The shattering once commence; destroyed the celestial.

Cynthia hovered above the stadium and look down everything that is going on. She said to the person next to her, “I want this shapeless world to end and have the world without ending. Do you think it's the right thing?”

“What do you mean, my daughter? Are you dissatisfied?” The man so high as heaven said; his expression is one of a strange.

Cynthia shook her head. “It doesn't like that, father. But I thought this is so cruel,” she replied with her voice broke and crack.

“That's just only for now. It will gone the moment you least expected it,” her father eyed her with gentleness and full of love. This kind of gaze is strange in itself but Cynthia can only smile at it without thinking too much.

She nodded. “I hope so, father,” she said as she initiates the embrace. She can felt his hand go down her robe and she can only hope this is the right thing to do.

The matter of the body she's possess is something she consider hers. It's