In the end, out of politeness, she cautiously took a small sip.
After all, Yan Huan's medical skill was superb. Even if it was poisoned, it would be nothing to him.
The liquid was icy cool as it entered her mouth, then transformed into an extraordinarily layered sweetness and fragrance.
It was as if a sunlit sea had blossomed on the tip of her tongue, followed by a faint, cool aftertaste like sand beneath the moon.
"How is it? Sweet?" Hysilens asked with a smile.
"Mmm... It's quite tasty." Cyrene wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.
This nectar... really hadn't caused any discomfort.
"I'm glad you like it." Hysilens's gaze turned toward the boundless night sky above, and her voice grew distant.
"Sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes raging like a howl—such is the flavor of the [Ocean]."
"Before you officially set out to face Fagina's towering waves and fury, you ought to familiarize yourselves with its fickleness."
Her voice seemed to carry a certain magic, guiding the thoughts of the two of them.
"Just like at this very moment, when you are about to witness the true secret contained within this nectar."
Her gaze abruptly shifted. She looked sharply toward the throne, lowering her voice to a near-whisper.
"Now, please look beneath the throne—gently. Do not make a sound."
Following Hysilens's indication, Cyrene instinctively focused her gaze.
The previously empty area began to warp and change.
As though an invisible veil had silently been lifted.
"Ah." She hurriedly covered her mouth.
At that moment, she saw it clearly.
Beneath the Enlightenment Throne, which symbolized supreme reason, Kryudera stood silently in a corner where light and shadow intertwined.
She wore her familiar magnificent azure attire, her arms folded, her gaze as sharp as ever. She made no