Meanwhile, somewhere 108,000 miles away.
Lynn, like carrying a cat, was holding a young girl by the collar, walking through the deep mountains devoid of magic smoke.
"Little Yuna, you're amazing! How did you just release such a big flashbang?"
Little Yuri, dangling from her Lynn dad's grip by the back of her neck, with her arms hanging down and feet not touching the ground, swung leisurely in mid-air. Not needing to walk herself, she had plenty of time to ask her little buddy what had just happened.
"I don't know either, it just felt uncomfortable, so I casually let out a big one, and felt much better afterward..."
Little Yuna, similar in appearance to Little Yuri, wasn't idling in mid-air like the obedient Little Yuri. Instead, Yuna was paddling her little hands and feet like practicing dog paddling in the air.
It was evident that she felt much better after letting it out; she had been sulking in silence before, but now she was back to her usual lively self.
