"The storm has stopped…"
On a slender, elegant, and hollowed-out tower, a woman in a silver moon brocade dress and a Phoenix badge on her chest held the guardrail and muttered to herself.
The extremely clear skyline above the Shattered Sea was reflected in her golden pupils.
There were no thick dark clouds that didn't dissipate, no crazy storms, or crows that came from nowhere.
The wind and sunny weather looked very suitable for sailing.
This had never happened in centuries.
She subconsciously gripped the guardrail tightly, and her already pale fingers turned even paler.
After a long time, she came back to her senses when a voice sounded from behind.
"Lady Shadowmoon, the city lord of Isu has called for a Mooncycle Conference."
A guard wearing armor decorated with fine tear crystals walked behind the elven woman. He clenched his right fist and placed it on his left shoulder before lowering his head and speaking softly.
