Hermes was stunned.
Not only because someone had managed to approach him without him realizing, but also because of the contents of their words.
Veythalis World.
Age of Creation. Age of Chaos. Age of Magic.
He had never heard of these terms before. But for some reason, he felt as though they pointed directly to the true nature of this world.
Hermes hurriedly turned around.
A woman entered his sight.
With white hair and a pair of pale eyes, she looked strangely divine, as though she had descended from the Divine Plane.
She held a thick tome in one hand, while the other held a quill, writing elegantly on one of the pages.
Hermes' expression shifted. He couldn't sense any aura from the woman before him.
It was as if he were facing an ordinary person.
However, how could someone who had reached this place possibly be a mortal?
