Cellica Berzon could not believe her eyes.
"Impossible."
That word escaped her lips as she looked at the ginormous tree in front of her.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
She stood in the middle of the busy street, looking at it with a dumbfounded look on her face. Some people who passed by saw her and assumed she must have been a countryside bumpkin who was just arriving in the capital for the first time.
It was the third day of July, and Cellica was in the centre of the Elven Empire's capital city of Lustea.
It was a busy city, with high-rise buildings everywhere, and tens of thousands of people moving around in the bustling metropolis.
At the centre of this metropolis, there were two things.
First, was the Elverston Citadel, the Palace of the Elven Emperor and one of Aidos' Five Transcendent Level Existences.
Despite how majestic it was, this palace was not Cellica's focus.
