A beautiful lady clad in a purple robe adorned with gold ornaments, her cherry blossom-pink long hair draped over her shoulders, had her eyes tightly shut, leaning against the majestic throne... as if she had merely fallen into a peaceful slumber.
Through Leon's eyes, Lola finally caught a glimpse of the expected figure.
She softly whispered that familiar name...
"...Aphrodite."
Hearing Miss Mage's suddenly deepened emotions, Leon sensed the sorrow within.
Was it truly an acquaintance she knew?
But was the person upon the throne a living being or a dead one?
Hearing Lola's melancholic tone, Leon guessed that the latter was more likely.
But if she was dead, why hadn't the body decayed and withered like those Living Corpses?
Seeing Lola fall into silence without any indication of danger, Leon couldn't help but step into the circular hall before him.
The echo of his boots on the mirror-smooth floor of the hall sounded lonely and empty.
