Chapter 153: WHISPERS BEYOND THE STAR
A bluish star was shining with many planets around it. It looked totally different from the sun. From the cold, silent depths of space, a particular planet slowly came into view rotating and moving along its axis circling this star.
It looked nothing like the earth. Its surface glowed faintly with a soft and emerald hue, swirls of mist covering its surface like dancing veils.
As drifted closer, a vast continent stretching across the whole horizon could be seen. Towering mountains were standing like ancient guardians. Rivers glimmered like silver threads, weaving through dense, green wilderness. Forests were dominating the terrain, pulsing with life.
As zoomed in more, a massive forest canopy spread like an ocean of green. Birds of vibrant colors were flying between branches the size of rooftops. Tree trunks rose hundreds of feet, many carving into homes.
Dozens of treehouses were linked with elegant wooden bridges and glowing lanterns. Vines and flowers wrapped naturally around the structures, as if nature herself shaped them. This was no primitive place... it was a harmonious civilization, carved into nature without ever disturbing it.
Inside the most magnificent treehouse, one that resembled a palace, a woman in her late twenties sat on an elevated throne within a vast hall.
She carried an aura of ancient power. Her beauty looked ethereal. Smooth and pale skin with a faint blush of rose, long hair flowing like moonlight, eyes as deep and vibrant as spring. Her face was the perfect blend of innocence and grace, almost painfully cute, yet impossible to look away from.
But her curved and pointed ears looked nothing like those of humans.
Her one leg rested over the other, arms draped elegantly along the throne’s arms. Despite her soft expression, her presence filled the room.
Kneeling before her was a man in his thirties. His armor was light, embroidered with leaves and symbols of wind. Like her, he too had pointed ears. His head was bowed deeply, silver hair brushing the floor.
She finally spoke with a voice like leaves rustling in a breeze. "Had the soul been finally resurrected?"
"Yes my lady, it had. But....." he paused.