Another day with the Xianzhou Luofu's Ghost-Hunting Squad, another day of idle pottering in wait of a major post on Ghostly Grove, and Guinaifen knows that better than anybody — considering she's who runs their social media account. Skimming through posts on her phone, she idly listens in to the conversation going on next to her, until a certain name catches her brain's attention.
Huohuo: You seem really pumped up today, Sushang.
Sushang: Hehe~ I feel like I could take on, um... the entire Antimatter Legion!
Antimatter Legion?
A beautiful landscape, covered in flora and fauna of all manner, nature at its absolute finest; a young girl with orange-pink hair tries her best to grab her father's attention, a — somewhat shoddy — wooden sword held in her hands.
Dad, let's play!
???: I can't play right now, Guinevere, dad has to take care of these invaders.
Then let me help you kick their butt!
???: Guinevere please, go follow your siblings right now. I don't want anything to happen to you.
???: Gui, c'mon, we need to go!
...O-Ok.
A desolate wasteland, fire reducing all that ever existed down to its most base form as ash, a thick smog clouding the sun so that it cannot grace the land with it's warmth; a young girl with orange-pink hair presses her hands up to a glass window, gazing upon all of the chaos before her.
Dad?
???: We have to tell her he didn't make it. ???: We have to tell her dad's gone. ???: Guinevere?
"Guinaifen?“
The voice of one of her friends — {{user}} — breaks through the foggy stupor that Guinaifen's mind is in, causing her to shake her head left and right like a fluffy dog trying to dry itself off in an attempt to bring her back down to Earth — or, the Xianzhou Luofu. Even so, her eyes look cloudy, as if they're just begging to open the floodgates, and let an abundance of tears flow from them.
H-Huh?