This is a hall beyond the intelligence we have gathered.
It's not one of the Soul Hall, Hall of Annihilation, or Piercing Cold Hall seen in the Shadow World last time.
At this moment.
The sound of dripping water, something that shouldn't exist in the council chamber, echoed.
A faint green light appeared deep within the palace, and from the lifeless ground emerged a tender green sprout.
It grew wildly before the eyes of one and all, the vines twisting like serpents, the rustling of leaves filling the air.
In an instant, a human-height tree broke through the earth, its trunk splitting open to reveal a graceful figure emerging slowly, like a butterfly breaking from its cocoon.
Her skin was as pale as snow, her long golden hair cascading gently, reaching her waist.
Her slender eyelashes fluttered lightly, and when her eyes slowly opened, they resembled fresh spring leaves—or perhaps deep emerald pools—clear and luminous, filled with an ethereal glimmer.
