At the moment when the space rift opened by Goddess Tiya and the witch's aura that crossed a hundred thousand years enveloped the vicinity, Lynn's hard-accumulated, tragic emotions were instantly dispersed.
What the heck is going on?
Lynn stood frozen, then as if realizing something, a faint sweat broke out on his forehead.
He had thought the final outcome of this event would be both the Princess and himself heading into peril, facing a dark and uncertain future of life and death.
Little did he expect, the turn of events was like a mountain road twist, everything began to become increasingly obscure and puzzling.
His gaze blankly turned upwards, meeting Miss Witch's eyes.
She was still wearing her somewhat tattered black gossamer gown, her smooth delicate feet lightly treading on the vast phantom of the time-space river, approaching with an air of cool nobility and elegance.
