The City Palace...
At the edge of Selindra stood a large palace, its lustrous walls gleaming in the light. It looked grand and spacious.
Of course, compared to the palace of the Demon Empire or the Holy Hall of the Holy Orthodoxy, it was far less magnificent. Even so, it still carried a majestic and dignified air.
The palace grounds stretched wide, carpeted with grass that added a touch of life to the otherwise barren surroundings. As Selindra lay in the Valley of a Thousand Whispers, no trees or flowers grew here.
As a result, the grounds held no ornate decorations—only a wooden statue at the courtyard's center, depicting a human figure in armor with a sword in hand.
A faint smile curved the statue's lips, and an air of arrogance and pride lingered in its gaze.
Walking beside Ruri, Leon couldn't help but feel surprised. He narrowed his eyes at the statue and asked, "Whose statue is this? Why does it feel so familiar?"
