At some distance away...
A majestic castle stood proudly where spring surrendered to winter's embrace. Unlike the vibrant cherry blossom slopes, heavy snowflakes drifted lazily through the air here, blanketing the ground in pristine white.
The regional weather of Xianthera shifted dramatically across its lands, a subtle reminder of its fractured, beautiful mystery.
This castle belonged to Victoria, once Wang Xiao's weapons and combat instructor. Though she had barely taught him anything before he surpassed her entirely.
He wasn't here for a nostalgic reunion.
Yue Qingshuang's broken body had crash-landed in a nearby ditch, face-down and motionless like a discarded corpse. His mask had shattered during the universe collapse, revealing short, disheveled dark green hair matted with blood and snow.
Wang Xiao saw through every disguise with contemptuous ease.
