The Paradisical City held fewer than thirty million humans. This city had the lowest population across the six bastions of humanity.
An eternal, dreamy fog covered the entire city.
The residents of this city were always happy; there were no murders or crimes, and most importantly, these fewer than thirty million humans were content with what they had.
The Paradisical City Lord looked over her otherworldly city from the city lord's palace. Similar to her avatar, she was shrouded in veiled, black clothing and blessed ornaments and jewelry.
Her lips trembled at times, and at other times, she pursed her lips in thought. The sight was endlessly enticing and dreamy.
"Aegon, you seem to care for your son, but at the same time, you seem to lack any care. You, why are you so... and Anon, did you not hate your father?"
"What is with your soul? Your eyes... they are so... my little golden star has changed so much, I even wonder, what do you think about your mother's death?"
