Story Reader / Festival Event Story / Fortune of Spring / Story
You manage to follow the voices and find everyone, but it is still dark. It is near impossible to find the way out with Polar Soldier's weak light.
Besides—
No.
Huh? Wasn't it following you?
Shall we look for it?
You try to listen carefully but cannot hear the familiar "meow" in the utter silence. All your calling has also gone nowhere.
The light on Polar Soldier begins to flicker as the energy runs low. The air nearby gets even colder, chilling you to the bone through the thick armor.
You try to control the trembling voice and continue to call Tiger, but it is not responding.
Look at the sky, Commandant!
When you look up, you realize the crescent moon has changed its shape.
It has turned into a small tiger head, flying away.
The flames from its tailpipe form a line of text—
Congratulations, you have cleared all the stages
Tiger has already become light. It turns around as if it has heard your calling.
It turns its ears a bit, as if it is saying goodbye.
You lose gravity once again.
