Ch. 114: Outside The Mansion
The air outside my mansion was crisp, alive with a newfound vibrancy that breathed life into the underworld. I gripped my cane, its weight familiar in my hand, and strolled across the sprawling grounds. The garden stretched out before me, filled with ancient trees whose purple leaves shimmered in the soft light. This was not the Underworld I read about from my past life— it was different, richer. There was something in the atmosphere that felt strangely alive, as if the world itself had woken up along with me.
