A powerful wind tore across the Garden World, sending waves through the endless sea of flowers beneath the full moon. The pale moonlight poured over the distant hills and countless gardens, turning the entire landscape almost silver, while the clouds above drifted lazily across the sky.
Damian emerged from the edge of the thick forest and stopped at the boundary, his robes fluttering violently around his body as he stared across the endless garden ahead. His expression remained unusually serious, and his mind was still occupied by everything that had happened since dinner.
However, none of it bothered him as much as the same question that had been sitting inside his mind.
How could he kill Sol?
