The pitch-black rifts interlaced across the illusory Sea of Stars.
If one were not attuned to the Space Law, each of these spatial rifts could severely injure a warrior of Legendary Rank.
Yet, that dazzling golden figure traversed the pitch-black lightning effortlessly.
Myriad bolts of light-devouring, furious lightning exploded beside her, yet left not a single trace upon her.
Eventually, the Golden Elf reached the palace gates.
CREAK.
The bronze gates slowly swung open.
CLACK. CLACK.
Hathaway, in her high heels, walked step by step into the vast palace.
The interior was not as bleak and desolate as the Golden Elf had imagined. Quite the opposite—the entire hall was bright and brimming with life.
Hathaway looked up to see, high on the palace dome, a single, bright star casting a soft glow.
The Golden Elf gently extended her hand. Soft light, like dawn, fell from the high-flung star onto her palm, carrying a faint warmth.
