"Time always marches forward until the present becomes the past." The old mage stroked his beard, no longer reminiscing about the past, and shifted into a stern tone, "And Your Majesty, we must discuss the present matters. I strongly oppose your visit to the Union at this time; everyone knows Gaius is about to make a move. Your visit now is akin to walking into a lion's den."
"But am I a little lamb?" Grey blinked, her eyes lively. The office suddenly transformed into a vast ocean, and the two were seated on the deck of the Kingdom's famous battleship "Vansheng," cutting through the waves. Her world unfolded for only a few seconds before being retracted, never once affecting the area outside the office. Even the well-traveled old mage couldn't help but nod in acknowledgment.
"Impressive control, Your Majesty."
"I think I'm not too shabby among the Creator Realm Mages," Grey said proudly.
