Main Island, Guardian Islands.
A huge palace floated high above the ground. Made of red and white crystals and with white fog under it, it looked like a land of myths.
In the guardian palace, Julius got up from his desk and the ring on his finger shone.
Space twisted and the next moment, he was in a deserted land at the edge of the main island.
'The Resting Abode'
He read the golden signboard and stepped forward. His body easily passed through a transparent barrier and he was standing in front of a grave.
It wasn't here a couple of weeks ago. Julius looked around and noticed that there was only one grave neighboring his son.
"It was you…are you laughing at me, father?" Julius asked with a bitter smile.
Ceaser Xander's grave was spottles and clean. The flowers he presented from last time hadn't withered yet.
