For a very long time, Shera slept peacefully.
The thoughts of war, the burden of representing humanity, and every weight on her heart vanished.
Her face could finally be seen clearly, beautiful, just like when Void had first laid eyes on her.
"Argh…"
Shera yawned, stretching her body. Cracks echoed as her bones popped, and she smiled.
Finally, she felt refreshed. The clouded haze in her mind was gone. She could think clearly again. What she had unknowingly lost for years had returned—peace.
She looked around her cabin.
A table, a chair, a stool. Everything was simple, yet nothing lacked comfort.
For years… I never knew sleep could be this beautiful, Shera thought with a relieved expression.
Afterward, she stepped outside.
A serene forest greeted her. The cries of animals, the thriving ecosystem, it was all breathtaking.
She touched the leaves, hugged the trunk of a giant tree, and gazed at the river. Butterflies landed on her palm, drawn to her presence.
