High above the branches that supported entire continents, beyond the crystalline cities, the rivers of mana, and the luminous currents that traversed the Central Kingdom, two figures silently observed the horizon of the World Tree.
The place where they stood was one of the oldest regions of that dimension.
There were no buildings there.
No guardians.
No inhabitants.
Only living wood.
Ancient roots.
And the heart of Yggdrasil pulsing through everything around it.
A woman with long golden hair stood at the end of a huge branch that stretched for thousands of kilometers. Her eyes observed the distance while currents of mana slowly coursed across her skin like luminous veins.
She seemed human.
But only superficially.
Her presence was so vast that the very space around her seemed to adapt to her existence.
Beside her, Sylphie kept her gaze fixed downwards.
