Clouds of pale blue fog spread through the horizon, reaching to no end. Clear skies of golden hue loomed over the realm.
In the middle of nowhere of this vast expanse, twenty-four gigantic pillars stood solemnly, with each having an opulent ornamentation carved to resemble a feather.
Divided in half, it forms a line of two rows, making a hall in between. Casting a delicate shadow on the ground below, imbuing the scene with a sense of serenity. In the center, figures can be seen seated, separated by the long marble table patched with intricate carvings—one on a golden throne and the other on a chair of golden light.
"…Why do you say that?"
An ethereal, cold yet gentle voice of a woman echoed through the hall, coming from the figure sitting at the throne. Shrouded by the mist, only a portion of 'Her' face can be seen. Glass skin, cupid lips covered by a white veil, and long pale yellow hair that reached to the ground.
A pale blue 'sun' is floating with a spiky golden ring surrounding it, floating in the back of 'Her' head.
"Your holy grace, I am not a great man, nor do I want to be."
The man's anxious voice resounded from the other side. Slim physique, pale skin, white hair and sharp eyes wearing a troubled look. He was clad in a black armor that is light enough not to restrict his movement.
"You don't have to be a great man." 'She' chuckled. "You just have to be yourself."
"…" The man didn't reply.
Seeing this, 'She' continued, "Even so, you don't have a choice. Because that is your purpose."
"I—" He tried to argue but was cut off by 'Her'.
"It seems that our time is already running out." 'She' flicked her fingers, streaks of golden light covered the man's body as he slowly vanished from the place. "Let us meet again someday, Consort of—"