As Full Frame leapt from the cliff, racing toward Damgaltoy Wol, a silver-haired boy watched from somewhere near the summit of the First World Tree, hundreds of meters above the ground. His lips pressed into a thin line as he suppressed a smile.

"Finally..."

His eyes glinted, unable to hide the excitement in his expression, as he exclaimed, "Full Frame, I can finally make you mine...!"

Silver 11th Moon’s heart pounded violently, and calming it seemed impossible.

And why wouldn’t it? How many times had he repeated this very scenario to make it happen?

"At least fifty times," he mused.