Blocked by Leslie's firm words, Venus dared not ask further and reluctantly turned to leave.
Though she didn't fully understand the situation, Leslie's calm demeanor gave her some reassurance, easing the anxiety that weighed on her heart.
If Leslie could remain so composed, she must have a strategy to deal with the looming threat.
While the Pure Land was gripped with fear and uncertainty, the Little World remained as serene and peaceful as ever.
Under the towering Tree of World, Little Leslie lay asleep on a bed woven from leaves and branches.
Her eyes were closed, her skin pale and radiant, and her breathing steady, in sync with the flow of mana in the air.
Her small body flickered faintly, its glow pulsating with rhythm.
Though she was still a child, her features carried an inexplicable charm, as if even the wind that brushed past her grew gentler in her presence.
