Nolan appeared three hundred meters from the palace, observing the quiet surroundings.
Only the World Tree stood tall, its massive trunk glowing like a cluster of delicate fireflies.
"The gaze came from the north," he whispered uncertainly. "But Seria isn't there—she's in the west. So who's watching me?"
He pondered it, but no answer came. In the end, he realized the only way to find out was to go himself.
His figure vanished and reappeared six hundred meters to the north.
Nolan was immediately struck by what he saw—a lake.
It wasn't particularly large, but its beauty was breathtaking. Small water lilies floated on the surface, while fireflies danced above them.
Lotus flowers bloomed among the lilies, and a few blue butterflies glowed with a faint, ethereal light.
"Isn't it beautiful? This lake is called Nertyhim, which means 'source of life' in the Elven language."
A soft voice spoke beside him.
