Two months later, late spring and early summer, Capital.
Time silently passed, and in the already rebuilt Royal Palace, in front of a palace still brightly lit at midnight, guarded heavily, a black-haired maiden strolled by.
As if walking in her own backyard, she glanced at the Guards and nodded slightly in greeting.
The Guards solemnly saluted, watching as the graceful figure disappeared straight into the palace doors.
The interior of the palace was not enclosed; on the ground of the vast garden, a large ritual formation composed of countless circles complexly nested was engraved, and at the center of the formation, an unusual flower was planted.
The flower was only slightly shorter than the current Hero, with a shape resembling a rose, entirely black as night, its petals layered and stacked, edges shimmering with a metallic sheen like a Dragon's Scale.
Although it seemed heavy, it exuded an ethereal and illusory feeling.
