Inside the Star Temple.
Laura was deep in a prolonged slumber.
A loud explosion sounded, prompting her to open her eyes in annoyance.
A cold-faced woman stood beside her, looking at Laura, who was preparing to hide deep within the palace, and said:
"Haven't you slept long enough? If you've slept enough, get up."
Laura sighed, knowing today's dream couldn't continue.
"Grandmother, it's been years since we last met, I've missed you."
The Goddess of Death and Magic snorted coldly, saying, "I can't tell if you've missed me. Aren't you trying to continue hiding?"
"This Star Temple isn't big, where could I possibly hide?"
"Meaning if the Star Temple were big enough, you'd continue to hide?"
Laura instantly fell silent.
The Goddess of Death and Magic chuckled in anger.
Unlike other descendants, Laura seemed to have a tendency toward being a lone wolf.
Under normal circumstances, the offspring of the King of Redemption included many talented individuals.
