She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory, brilliant golden points of light converged in The Void.
Then, they solidified into a golden longsword.
If it were normal circumstances, it might have been just as the Abyss had expected.
But, due to the efforts of a certain young man, it was destined that all their schemes would come to naught.
Isadella's gaze turned toward the distant Three Sages Snow Mountain.
Yet, that gaze seemed to transcend the layers of mountains and clouds, reaching another ethereal world.
Though the entire Western Continent believed that Shiayar, who had been missing for three months, would never be found again.
Perhaps he was lost in a dimensional rift, or secretly slain by some evil cult; he was most likely dead.
However, Isadella always believed that the young man with black hair and black eyes was somewhere in the Multiverse, quietly waiting for the chance to reunite with her.
This trust seemed vague and unfounded, yet Isadella clung to it firmly.
This time, she was not going to create the hallowed Hall of Heroic Spirits, attempt to resurrect the dead, or even establish something absurd like the Imaginary Zone.
Before they parted, that young man had made a promise with her: to fulfill the continuation of the dream between the king and the knight in the real world, to become the male protagonist of her story.
So, she would believe in him unconditionally.
Because the young man was always one to keep his promises. Even if she were trapped in the Imaginary Zone a thousand years ago, he would tread across time to redeem her from the despairing Abyss.
And this time, he would not break his promise.
"If that's the case,"
"then let me eliminate all those who harbor ill intentions toward you before your return.
"And with the blood of the ancient god of the Abyss, welcome your return."
The silver-haired Princess spoke to herself, her voice dissipating in the howling winds of the Northern Territory, unheard.
"And to proclaim to the entire Western Continent—
"You are my husband and, Ye Yi, the lover of the Queen of the Empire."
...
A boundless expanse of darkness came into view, with faint, illusory stars winking at the edge of this pitch-black world, casting splendid trails of starlight.
It was like an illusory Sea of Stars.
This place was known as the Astral Realm and, Ye Yi, called 'the Outer Side of the World.'
It was the most secretive and vast place in the entire Multiverse, a convergence of a myriad of mysteries.
Whether Legends, Thrones, Demigods, or True Gods, once they entered the depths of the Astral Realm, they became like pebbles thrown into the ocean; they were almost impossible to trace without an astral marker for positioning.
Nobody knew how many ancient beings—considered fallen, disappeared, or dead by the world—were hidden in the depths of the Astral Realm.
Suddenly, the myriad dim stars twinkled at the same instant.
Starlight shattered. First, crystal high heels appeared, followed by a long black gothic dress and a diadem of rare, dark-red metal coiling around a snowy-white neck.
A Golden Elf, with only one eye open, hovered in the Sea of Stars, calmly surveying the eternal ripples of the Astral Realm.
The next moment, the Golden Elf Sorceress's perpetually closed left eye slowly opened. Tranquil blue flames danced within her red-gold irises.
Within the Astral Realm, the imprints of time flowed, and an illusory river of time was silently reflected in the Golden Elf girl's left eye.
Feeling the illusory current of time flow within her eyes, the Golden Elf girl finally sighed softly after a long moment.
"Talking about becoming 'the male protagonist who can move my heart'..."
"But just how many people's male protagonist do you plan to be?"
Her cool voice rippled through the illusory Sea of Stars.
"Ten years..."
"Ten years."
For some reason, there was an unusual hint of gnashed teeth in the Golden Elf's cool monologue.
But soon, this Golden Elf Sorceress, bearing the name "Eternal One Page," gently stretched out her hand.
She casually pointed a slender, pale finger.
The very next moment, space itself began to oscillate and spread outward.
In an extremely short span of time, it transformed into myriad fierce spatial rifts.
Through the dark fissures, one could glimpse what lay beyond the spatial cracks—
That vast, serene, and silent palace, appearing as if it had slumbered through ages past.