I Am the Country
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the silence, only the face in the crystal was singing softly.
The singing, which seemed to linger in the air, spread in the rain towards all directions. As a result, the pitch black ocean let out a piercing reply. The seawater boiling as rivers of darkness emerged from the depths of the ocean. Countless vile spawn of the sea were responding loudly.
They were coming.
The sea and the sky roared.
"Your Majesty," Lancelot went down on one knee and implored, "please return to the throne."
"Is it time already?" Elizabeth smiled, holding the singing crystal in both hands, and observed the face in it. "Do you think so as well?"
No one responded.