She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory, brilliant golden points of light converged in The Void.
Then, they solidified into a golden longsword.
If it were normal circumstances, it might have been just as the Abyss had expected.
But, due to the efforts of a certain young man, it was destined that all their schemes would come to naught.
Isadella's gaze turned toward the distant Three Sages Snow Mountain.
Yet, that gaze seemed to transcend the layers of mountains and clouds, reaching another ethereal world.
Though the entire Western Continent believed that Shiayar, who had been missing for three months, would never be found again.
Perhaps he was lost in a dimensional rift, or secretly slain by some evil cult; he was most likely dead.
However, Isadella always believed that the young man with black hair and black eyes was somewhere in the Multiverse, quietly waiting for the chance to reunite with her.
