Returning to White Bone Castle's conference hall, Floral slowed down her hurried pace.
Under her control, the ancient and venerable stone door gradually closed. Intricate runes latched onto each other, muffling the ear-splitting battle cries from outside.
Only her footsteps echoed in the empty hall.
The luxurious skirt trailing behind Floral etched a lengthy crimson trajectory on the pristine carpet. It was bloody, just like the course she had navigated all these years.
Walking in the empty hall, Floral felt like she was alone again after so many years.
This feeling was like the day she was transformed into a lich by her adoptive parents, or the day she learned that she had been chosen as the incarnation of the Holy Tree Matriarch and was about to hold a divine marriage ceremony with the Father of the Wilderness.
Adoptive parents…
Recalling them, Floral's lips curled into a bitter smile.
