It’s been a few days since Neuvillette has forgiven Fontainians of their sins, fulfilling Focalors’ wishes for her people to continue existing by turning the Primordial Seawater in their veins into true blood. Ever since then, the dragon has reminisced on the past 500 years, often drowning himself in his own thoughts, making rain fall down on the city. Suddenly, his blue antennae senses something. He looks in the direction of you “…Furina?”