What Northern decided to create was a cosmopolitan palace, a mansion adorned with luminously beautiful lights and golden designs, sitting atop a lush, verdant hill. Surrounding it were breathtaking flower gardens, their vibrant hues swaying under an endless blue sky—a sky that blanketed everything in its serene embrace.
It was a plane of never-ending day, where night never fell. A perfect illusion that stood in stark contrast to the foreboding and sinister existence of the Limitless Void.
Without a doubt, they were going to love it.
He stood on the soft green grass, gazing at the enormous yet strangely lonely mansion.
'Don't worry… very soon, you'll have thousands, if not millions, of company.'
Northern had already accounted for such numbers when designing the mansion. It was a vast structure, its expanse stretching endlessly across the distant green plains. And yet, even with its imposing size, it seemed almost swallowed by the sheer vastness of the land itself.
