Meanwhile, Julian stayed still for a moment longer, his eyes quietly tracing Annie's curled form under the blanket. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken questions, the emotions she didn't dare voice. But he said nothing. Instead, he turned back to the window, his expression calm but his mind far from it.
The sky of this realm stretched endlessly before him, painted in shades of gold and violet as the realm's night settled in. As he stared into it, familiar memories began to surface—his mother Regina's embrace, Eleanor's soft smile, Eva's conflicted eyes, and the countless other important figures who had shaped him.
They flickered one after another in his mind like a vivid dream.
And then, breaking through the silence, a voice echoed in his head. Host, you are in the Heaven's Realm now. You can cultivate here.
