"Where are you, beautiful Princess?
The white castle is carved with threads of gold.
Look, look, Mira's radiance shines upon the warriors' armor.
Listen, listen, Chikasa's lingering heat boils the parched earth.
Where are you, beautiful Princess?
The kingdom's subjects are still waiting for you.
The tailor's needle and thread have woven colorful wedding robes.
The wedding priests have already raised the curtains.
Her Highness the Princess, Her Highness the Princess, the grand wedding is about to begin.
But why has your beautiful figure still not appeared..."
Strolling across the emerald ground, Aikar gently reached out and parted the mist as he softly sang the beautiful nursery rhyme, striding toward the center of the Goddess of Life's divine kingdom. Guided by his powerful sense of direction, he could maintain a straight course and calmly pass through the winding, drifting mist without even using divine magic for assistance. The gentle smile still resting on the Morningstar Priest's face made it clear that he was not only accustomed to the present deathly silence and emptiness of this divine kingdom, but was already thoroughly familiar with this path that had no road.
The dark green mist in the silent world was thick and profound. The longer one walked within it, the more these fog banks, like children yearning for playmates, endlessly wound themselves around tangible living beings. Even if they were forcefully scattered, more mist from the surroundings would swiftly drift over again. In truth, this mischievous dense fog effectively slowed Aikar's pace... Yet with every step taken by the Grand High Priest's white boots, vast stretches of the divine kingdom—whose entire space existed in a compressed state—were quickly crossed. By the time Aikar had repeated the nursery rhyme three times, he had already reached the destination he sought.
It was a patch