[Segyal household, Akasha.]
The glaring sun shone softly over the now empty city of the Segyal Highbloods.
The streets remained empty, the place's happiness had been lost in time.
Since the battle of Red Crown, the whole city had been like this.
Above the stillness of the city loomed an ancient-looking tree.
Its Golden Leaves floated in the sky, making it look eternal.
Nuaria, the tree which was cultivated by the first head of the Segyal family.
The only thing that was keeping the Akasha alive and making it habitable.
And…
Under the shining tree, stood a lone woman.
Her red hair fell down her shoulders while her golden eyes filled with spirals remained unfocused.
Mariam stood there for a while as she stared at the tree.
There was a peculiar emotion on her face that couldn't be understood.
Was it, pain? Regret? Anger?
Mariam herself didn't understand what it was.
She slowly raised her hand and gently pressed her palm on the bark of the tree.
