The chaotic and illusory sky shrouded the monochrome earth, with scenes stripped of color appearing flat and eerie in the view. A gentle breeze swept through, stirring up tiny black specks of dust, seemingly hiding countless pairs of watching eyes. Victoria stood in this black-and-white world, and even her usually indifferent face could not help but show a trace of astonishment.
The person who brought her this sense of wonder was right beside her. The half-elf, whose personality was a bit too lively, stood there proudly. Her long black hair floated softly like smoke in the air, her golden eyes filled with laughter, her lower half surrounded by a mist of shadow that never dissipated, as if she had become an elf of the shadow realm, cleverly merging with this world of black and white.
