You could hear the distant sound of ocean waves in the wind.
This was Fang Ran's first impression after arriving at this sky palace.
Listening to the quiet echo of only his own footsteps as he slowly walked toward the apex in the outer revolving corridor, he found it incredible that this magnificent palace of myth and legend,
letting the breeze melodiously flutter the tips of his hair, Fang Ran gazed past the corridor at the boundless azure ocean beneath the clear sky.
Seeing this scene with his own eyes was even more shocking than in his memory; it felt as though the immense tranquility and vastness of the world crashed into his mind and soul. Raising his gaze in the bright afternoon high above,
Fang Ran saw an extended corridor blessed with the best sunlight, where someone used to love sitting to gaze out at the ocean.
Recalling the last time he accidentally came here in a time-scene, running away in panic and looking utterly pathetic after getting beaten up, he felt a helpless urge to scratch his head,
then, as his fingers passed through the phantom of his hair, his movement paused, and he finally registered his current state.
In last night's unfinished scene-night, upon receiving an 'invitation' from his former Head Maid,
after thinking for a long time,
Fang Ran still decided to come to Nevernight Palace.
The crisis that had swept across the whole of Europe had safely drawn to a close last night, but the anxiety of tens of thousands of meters of Artificial Numbered merely being repelled, alongside the Covenant's plan,
left him with too many questions he wanted to ask that Queen.
Walking along the corridor all the way to the top of the hundred-meter palace, from this highest point he could overlook