Darkness.
Moonlight, like a silver sword, pierced through the dense darkness, illuminating the solitary figure.
The Sky Goddess Sarosia, wrapped in a Black Robe, walked alone through the foggy streets of Lundan. She had slept for far too long, so disconnected from this era that everything seemed incredibly novel to her.
A passing car on the street was enough to make her pause and watch for a good while.
"This world has changed so fast, I don't recognize it anymore..."
Sarosia muttered to herself as the cold wind blew, instinctively wrapping her robe tighter around her.
The cold wasn't in her body, but in her heart.
It was too hard for her!
In the Heavenly Palace, she and Little Octopus had exchanged empty glances for ages, and she hadn't seen the Void Lord Bruce leap out of the bushes. Proud as she was, only then did she realize the other party didn't take her seriously at all.
Sarosia angrily flared up in a fit of rage, her complex thoughts brimming with bitterness.
