She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory, brilliant golden points of light converged in The Void.
Then, they solidified into a golden longsword.
If it were normal circumstances, it might have been just as the Abyss had expected.
But, due to the efforts of a certain young man, it was destined that all their sches would co to naught.
Isadella's gaze turned toward the distant Three Sages Snow Mountain.
Yet, that gaze seed to transcend the layers of mountains and clouds, reaching another ethereal world.
Though the entire Western Continent believed that Shiayar, who had been missing for three months, would never be found again.
Perhaps he was lost in a dinsional rift, or secretly slain by so evil cult; he was most likely dead.
However, Isadella always believed that the young man with black hair and black eyes was sowhere in the Multiverse, quietly waiting for the chance to reunite with her.
This trust seed vague and unfounded, yet Isadella clung to it firmly.
This ti, she was not going to create the hallowed Hall of Heroic Spirits, attempt to resurrect the dead, or even establish sothing absurd like the Imaginary Zone.
Before they parted, that young man had made a promise with her: to fulfill the continuation of the dream between the king and the knight in the real world, to beco the male protagonist of her story.
So, she would believe in him unconditionally.
Because the young man was always one to keep his promises. Even if she were trapped in the Imaginary Zone a thousand years ago, he would tread across ti to redeem her from the despairing Abyss.
And this ti, he would not break his promise.
"If that's the case,"
"then let eliminate all those who harbor ill intentions toward you before your return.
"And with the blood of the ancient god of the Abyss, welco your return."
The silver-haired Princess spoke to herself, her voice dissipating in the howling winds of the Northern Territory, unheard.
"And to proclaim to the entire Western Continent—
"You are my husband and, Ye Yi, the lover of the Queen of the Empire."
...
A boundless expanse of darkness ca into view, with faint, illusory stars winking at the edge of this pitch-black world, casting splendid trails of starlight.
It was like an illusory Sea of Stars.
This place was known as the Astral Realm and, Ye Yi, called 'the Outer Side of the World.'
It was the most secretive and vast place in the entire Multiverse, a convergence of a myriad of mysteries.
Whether Legends, Thrones, Demigods, or True Gods, once they entered the depths of the Astral Realm, they beca like pebbles thrown into the ocean; they were almost impossible to trace without an astral marker for positioning.
Nobody knew how many ancient beings—considered fallen, disappeared, or dead by the world—were hidden in the depths of the Astral Realm.
Suddenly, the myriad dim stars twinkled at the sa instant.
Starlight shattered. First, crystal high heels appeared, followed by a long black gothic dress and a diadem of rare, dark-red tal coiling around a snowy-white neck.
A Golden Elf, with only one eye open, hovered in the Sea of Stars, calmly surveying the eternal ripples of the Astral Realm. Content originally cos from novel{f}ire
The next mont, the Golden Elf Sorceress's perpetually closed left eye slowly opened. Tranquil blue flas danced within her red-gold irises.
Within the Astral Realm, the imprints of ti flowed, and an illusory river of ti was silently reflected in the Golden Elf girl's left eye.
Feeling the illusory current of ti flow within her eyes, the Golden Elf girl finally sighed softly after a long mont.
"Talking about becoming 'the male protagonist who can move my heart'..."
"But just how many people's male protagonist do you plan to be?"
Her cool voice rippled through the illusory Sea of Stars.
"Ten years..."
"Ten years."
For so reason, there was an unusual hint of gnashed teeth in the Golden Elf's cool monologue.
But soon, this Golden Elf Sorceress, bearing the na "Eternal One Page," gently stretched out her hand.
She casually pointed a slender, pale finger.
The very next mont, space itself began to oscillate and spread outward.
In an extrely short span of ti, it transford into myriad fierce spatial rifts.
Through the dark fissures, one could glimpse what lay beyond the spatial cracks—
That vast, serene, and silent palace, appearing as if it had slumbered through ages past.
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