When Amber awoke, the world fell asleep.
The entire world seemed like an insect frozen in amber.
It seemed to have died, yet there appeared to be a trace of life remaining.
As the liquid within the Amber Egg rapidly drained away, the barefoot white-haired girl gradually descended to the ground.
She stepped out of the shattered Amber Egg and walked through this silent world.
Everything before her seemed to be shrouded in an old, yellowing photograph.
Who knew how long had passed—or perhaps it had only been an instant—
Amber walked out of the Amber Forest and appeared in the Shadow Land.
She reached out and touched the motionless river.
No matter what their original texture had been, once time stopped, they all became solid rock.
She smiled softly as she stroked the passing Moon Deer.
It had originally been running at full speed, but now all four of its legs were curled up as it leaped through midair.
She went to the Sea of Sorrow and quietly gazed at the vast ocean.
Amber reached up to smooth the white hair at her temple, a trace of longing in her eyes.
She went to the former Crystal Mountain Range—its permanently frozen glaciers, which had once sealed the Calamity Demon Dragon, were long gone. Instead, it had become a refreshing green mountain range, lush with vegetation and thick with fragrant grass.
She walked toward the Trial Grounds.
One step, one world. She traveled through worlds layered together like a honeycomb, finding Iver, who was sitting alone in a stone chamber, after only three steps.
But the "Host" was not guarding this place.
She gazed nostalgically at this Promotion Ritual site, which had only eight chairs.
Amber walked up to Iver, rose onto her tiptoes, and gently rubbed his head.
Then