High above the chaos, suspended in the air by a swarm of microscopic, invisible beetles, the Saint of Poison and Insects watched the Golden carriage in the distance. Her emerald eyes narrowed, dissecting the situation with the cold calculation of an apex predator.
"What is a realm Ruler doing in this small world? Something isn't right here." She muttered to herself, sensing a density of energy that defied the laws of the great world. Then, realization struck her like a lightning bolt, connecting the rumors she had heard from the upper realm.
She blinked. "Wait, could it be the newly appointed Ruler? Yes, that must be it."
