Empire Capital, Black Lily District, Osmanthus Street No. 32.
The faint afternoon sunlight sprinkled down, dressing the long-uninhabited, dust-covered mansion in a layer of pale golden gossamer.
Shiayar lifted his head, looking toward the familiar yet somewhat foreign residence, and couldn't help but stretch.
"It's been a long time indeed."
"Indeed, it's been a while, not just for our home."
By his side, a blonde girl wore an oversized sun hat and was dressed in a flowing white gown.
The clacking of her crystal high heels tapped on the ground, carrying a hint of irritation and gloom.
Not long ago, Shiayar used the skull of the King of Giants—a Sacred Relic of Ashes—as an anchor point. Through a summoning ritual his opponent had opened, he arrived in the present world from the remnants of the Garden of Eden in the Imaginary Zone.
