The gentle halo was like a mother's hand, softly caressing the delicate skin of the clouds, giving the ethereal space an exceptionally compelling sense of reality. In the vagueness, not far away, there seemed to be an imposing palace that was illusory yet real under the gentle caress of the halo.

A figure stood quietly among the mist, gazing into the endless distance, unaware of what he was watching.

He had a head of waterfall-like, water-blue hair that fell all the way to his feet. Had it not been for his tall stature and broad shoulders, a view from behind might have led one to think he was a woman.

His luxurious blue robe seemed to ripple like water. If one looked closely, they would be instantly captivated by the deep blue, even their whole soul might be drawn into that ocean-like, boundless blue.