The name 'Nehe' hit Floral like a sledgehammer. Her face went stiff and her fingers tightened on the armrest of the Withering Throne.
The haunting instructions from her so-called adoptive parents echoed in her ears like a curse.
"Remember, you can never let anyone discover the source of your power. Or else…"
She never paid attention to their endless rules when they were alive, and she had no plans of adhering to most of them.
But now, having sat on the Withering Throne, holding the authority to determine the prosperity or the destruction of all living beings in Emerald Province, she was determined to carry them out to the end.
Anyone who tried to pry into the truth of this power had to be granted eternal slumber.
No matter who this stranger was, she couldn't let him leave the hall alive.
Restrictions lifted…
Creatons at maximum power…
Critical Engineering… Routes 1, 3, 4, 5, 7 opened…
