When arriving under the sprawling Golden Sacred Tree, the Immortal Realm was already evening. The golden glow cast by the Proud Sun illuminated the multitude of leaves, as if setting them ablaze, mesmerizingly brilliant.
On the branches stood Fleurette's Meteor Tower, along with three vintage mansions of identical size, which served as the dwellings of the Pain Ladies.
Floey glanced at it before coming to the empty White Throne.
She looked up at the empty seat, lifted her skirt, and curtsied.
"Master Jack, Floey misses you very much..."
Speaking, Floey looked despondent.
She quietly confessed in a low voice:
"In the present world, the century war has not stopped. The Tresor Empire is already divided, with only the Sun Church still serving the Royal Family. Under the leadership of Queen Anna Tresor, although the Empire's territory has shrunk, unity remains..."
Floey slowly ascended the white steps, with the mysterious giant wolf trailing behind.
