Unexpectedly, finding Misaki is not as easy as she has been expecting it to be.
They wander on the street, tracking down the fragments of chaos. But it seems like they are walking in a maze.
Ari feels that Misaki is in the capital. But the child is hidden neatly. It could be anyone around her. She eyes the little girls walking on the streets. When she hears the peals of laughter of the teen girls, she looks in their direction, trying to find the face that might belong to Misaki.
"She looks more like the Dark God." Ai tells her in a low tone, "She has a shadow of your face too."
She and her daughter are in the same world. But she still can't find her. Ari is frustrated. She inhales sharply, resisting the urge to destroy every nook and cranny of this world. "What about her scent?"
"None." He frowns a little. "The scent might have changed. She's no longer an infant."
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