Several days after that peaceful morning in the steaming hot spring of Persephone's Castle, the atmosphere in the underworld slowly returned to its natural rhythm, silent and full of mystery. A cold wind carrying the distinctive scent of asphodel flowers blew gently, sweeping silver-purple petals that fell across the expanse of emerald grass.
The Main Garden of Persephone's Castle was a masterpiece of divine landscaping. Unlike gardens in the mortal world that depended on sunlight, the flora here lived by absorbing pure underworld mana and artificial moonlight that radiated eternal silver glow. A small waterfall from a crystal spring flowed with a soothing trickle, dividing the garden into several small islands connected by white marble bridges. Here, in the epicenter of the densest spiritual energy in the entire domain of Goddess Persephone, three girls bound by soul destiny stood side by side.
