"I have come to see you, Grandma Narda."
Irene approached with a calm demeanor, entering Grandma Narda's room in East City District under the extremely respectful gazes of those present.
Grandma Narda lay motionless on the bed, her breathing incredibly faint, like a thin thread that could disappear at any moment.
She was not ill.
She was simply old.
"Irene, Madam Irene... I envy you so much..."
A look of longing and reluctance entirely filled Narda's face, with only a few short years having passed since she had obtained extraordinary power.
She had not experienced enough of a new life, and now it was time for her to depart!
"I envy you, Madam Irene, you can still... live for several more decades..."
Irene smiled faintly. Although she no longer feared death, Narda's words still left her feeling wistful and subtly sorrowful.
The side effects of losing taste and smell were all too apparent.
