Snap! Kanaru blinked. He was now standing in the black abyss. Nothing was in that darkness, but his body lit up in response. It was comparable to when the giant sirens dragged him down. Perhaps, the difference was that he indeed had a floor to stand on.
"You don't need to give me details. I skimmed through your related memories." A woman's voice sounded behind him. When Kanaru turned, he saw a regal figure sitting on a tall throne. Her hair was the blackest night, and her skin was like the artificial lights of Middlemist. It created a distinct layer of black and white. The white overlay even had two red stars wrapped in darkness—which were her eyes.
Lovelle Middlemist was a generational beauty. Her portraits were not removed from the palace walls. Kanaru could recognize her in one look. However, she looked very different from her father.
