As soon as the voice fell, Lis and Evar quickly raised their weapons toward the direction of the palace.
The sound had indeed come from that direction.
"There's no need to be so tense,"
the ancient voice calmly resounded.
"I mean no harm."
Then, within their line of sight, a somewhat ethereal pale figure slowly emerged at the grand doors of the palace, its body floating in mid-air.
Upon seeing that this figure did not possess a flesh-and-blood body but rather seemed to be a soul-like existence akin to ghosts,
it appeared to be an elderly person, with a slightly hunched body. The face was aged, with wrinkles layering like ravines.
This figure was dressed in a pristine white robe, adorned with more intricate and beautiful cyan and blue designs than the Prayers Lis had encountered before. These unique and charming patterns closely matched the style of the palace here, both divine and elevating in their spiritual grace.
