Just as he walked by, however, the former First Writer spoke once more.
"When you're about to leave..."
"Fight me."
"That shall be the price for allowing you to see her."
The old man sounded genuinely excited.
After all...
He was about to challenge the greatest talent of the new generation.
Frey smiled.
"As you wish."
He immediately realized why Masdor had chosen that timing.
A battle against the former First Writer would demand everything Frey had.
By scheduling it afterward, Masdor was ensuring Frey wouldn't appear exhausted in front of Lea.
Leaving that thought behind, Frey focused on what lay beyond the enormous gate.
The scene that unfolded before him was breathtaking.
A vast garden stretched endlessly into the distance.
Above it lay not an ordinary sky, but an entire universe glittering with countless stars.
Near the center stood a magnificent golden swing suspended in midair.
A single seat hung from it.
