While the "bubble" of Veridia buzzed with the frantic evolution of Demigods and the quiet plotting of the demon lords, the reality outside, the Real Void remained an emerald expanse of haunting beauty.
In this higher dimension, a world existed that was lush beyond mortal comprehension. Verdant forests stretched across floating islands, and rivers flowed not with water, but with liquid vitality. Near the bank of one such river, a figure sat with the quiet grace of a mountain.
"My Lady," a soft, youthful voice called out.
A young woman, a demihuman with the gentle features of a cow, velvety ears and a small, silver ring through her nose, approached.
She was dressed in a maid's attire that shimmered with divine threads, her movements fluid and authoritative.
In her hands, she carried a bowl of soup that radiated a golden steam, an aroma so heavenly it could revive a dying star.
