Shadow Country, Royal Palace.
Dragging her heavily injured body, Scatha pushed open the stone door and staggered towards the throne.
She was gravely wounded; the magic sword that cut her seemed to contain an authority to suppress immortality, making her wounds difficult to heal.
With the impact of the tides of chaos and the interference of spatial storms, her body and mind were reaching their limits, and she needed to ascend the throne quickly to use the Great Authority of the Shadow Country for self-healing.
Step by step up the stairs, divine golden blood dripped to the ground below.
The scenery before Scatha grew increasingly blurry, and her body swayed more severely.
Just as she was about to fall, a hand emerged from the shadows to steady her:
"I didn't expect to see you in such a sorry state one day..."
With a cool and low voice, a graceful, tall figure materialized from the darkness.
