At this moment.
Within Yi Lin's hub, on that emaciated coconut tree,
the last coconut is withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It seems about to fall.
Greene opens his eyes.
He usually dangles upside down, clutching a coconut, to sleep.
But today, he can't hold on.
If he continues to hang, it seems he might just claw off the last coconut.
"It's not yet time for him to truly become a 'Knight'."
Greene muttered, changing branches to hang himself up again.
He squints his eyes, examining the "Throne" slowly rotating above the Spirit Sea.
"Infinity... Throne, is it?"
Greene lazily yawns, raising a half-wing. A throne of vivid blood-red, as translucent as glass, spins swiftly on the tip of Greene's wing.
If someone at this moment peered through a microscope to view the miniature "Throne" on Greene's wing, they might witness a chilling scene:
Inside the throne, countless translucent faces, each with differing expressions, whether terror, joy, anger, or ecstasy.
