The Spirit Queen sat within her hidden sanctuary.
Even weakened, she was still breathtaking. She had long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, while her eyes glowed with a deep violet…
Her skin carried a faint luminescence, as though the Spirit Realm itself clung to her, unwilling to let go… She was the Spirit Queen for a reason.
Despite the exhaustion etched into her features, her beauty was unmatched. She looked serene yet commanding.
For those watching her, every movement she made felt graceful, and every breath seemed to give the Spirit Guardians energy to live on.
Indeed, the surviving Spirit Guardians who stood around her could not help but feel reverence, for even in her injured state, she embodied the Spirit Realm's dignity and power.
As long as she's alive, they have hope to reclaim the territory they have lost.
Her gown, which was made from threads of spirit energy, glowed faintly…
