“Staring into an abyss…?” Mirabelle’s head crooked to the side, her mind racing with different thoughts. “Well, that essentially reminds me of how Wuji works, in a sense. In my former clan’s culture, the everything came from nothing; but everything can be returned to nothingness too” she recited one of the basic principals of the Hayabusa Clan’s Wuji. However, she paused and thought about it. “Though I suppose in the case of the Void, its an even grander scale beyond our comprehension…” she started to tap her chin. “Which makes me wonder, is the Mother Cult’s goal is to bring this world as we know it into “nothing”?” she pondered at this thought. She then started to think about the introduction to Phetra’s past. She was one from one of the earlier generations of humanity. Someone already told her fate, though Mirabelle’s eyes narrowed into a rather solemn one. “I see. I really wished I’d have a chance to meet her or even the Goddess of the Dead herself. Such beings are rather…inspirational” she focused back on Solomon again. “I too wish to transcend, but I even know that's impossible in a sense...” she said as she looked at her naginata. “Any idea on why she believed that her fate was as ordained by that person? Shouldn't have gone on her own path?" she asked Solomon to see if he can provide her with any sort of leads on Phetra's choice.