The throne room shattered around her like a broken mirror, but the fragments didn't disappear—they swirled back together, reshaping, reforming.
This time, Amaya stood in the Lireyan Alpha University gardens.
The familiar roses and lilies were there, but their fragrance was gone. The vibrant blossoms were blackened, brittle, as if poisoned. And among the dead flowers stood Julienne Green, her best friend in school.
Julienne, with her arms crossed, smirked coldly. Her once-kind eyes were like shards of glass.
"You're stubborn," Julienne sneered. "Even when everyone sees the truth, you cling to lies. "You are so shameless and disgusting. Who would undress and jump into a pond in front of so many people?" She spat. "Why can't you admit it? You were never loved. Never wanted because you are a shame to Lireya."
