"In other words, Ores and Tilan are still alive."
In the vast hall, a blonde-haired woman sat straight on the throne, listening to the report from personnel in front of her. Behind her was a golden mural about a hundred meters high, with beautiful depictions of the Sun outlined in gilt thread, solemn and sacred in its entirety.
"Yes, Your Majesty Blanchi," the reporting personnel respectfully replied.
"Their being alive is also a good thing."
The current image of Blanchi was vastly different from the past. She wore a long dress of white gauze and golden thread, with a captivating sun mark in the center of her forehead. Her arms displayed visible golden vine patterns, with a subtle flow of light, signifying the vast gap between her and mortals.
