Ethan sighed as he walked through the long corridors of his palace, his thoughts still weighing heavy on his mind.
His footsteps echoed softly off the polished marble, the sound fading among the rich tapestries and ornate columns that lined the path.
His first stop was a large hall, currently unoccupied, where he carefully placed The Grace of the Ancestral Goddess of Life.
The hall stood on one of the palace's highest floors—a sort of open-top garden hall where sunlight streamed freely down upon the plants growing all around, gilding every leaf and petal with a soft glow.
Honestly, he was rather impressed by just how powerful that artifact was, and by the practically nonexistent number of drawbacks it had.
But when he stopped to think about it more carefully, it all made sense.
To the players, it was all just a game world, but he knew full well that Estria was real.
