"Here you are..."
"While the world mourns you as dead... Have you come here to find solace?"
A question floated in the air, where cherry blossoms fluttered gently to the earth, painting the scene in shades of pale pink.
On a carpet of lush, vibrant green, a solitary woman sat, her gaze piercing the distant horizon as if searching for answers in the unfathomable depths.
Her attire was a striking mix of red and black, a gothic gown that flowed around her.
Her hair, long and lustrous, cascaded like stary sky, and her eyes glowed a deep, unsettling red.
She is Mary, officially pronounced dead.
Yet, Wang Xiao was certain she had not died.
Given her strength, it was inconceivable that Gabrial's blast could have extinguished her life.
He stood beside her as Mary cracked a dry, somewhat detached smile. "I've surrendered the world, my mission is complete. Leave me in peace now..."
