With a few deep breaths, Arlow draws a firm conviction. Not to let the story give him a glum mood. Just like his grandparents and relatives had guided him, when he was young.

The flying girl arrived back with warning, and grabbed his wrist.

"Come on, Arlow Tsai.

I made sure. You will be safe.

You really ought to see this.

You really ought to see the end of the Multi-Verse."