Feeling the information contained within the shattering of the seven-colored token and the fading of the fruit pattern, the shock and terror on Asna's face grew increasingly intense.
His expression solemn, he slowly stood up from his seat, then sat back down, and gently patted the dragon-head armrest on the left side of the Purple Crystal Throne.
Above in the circular dome, countless rays of light interwove, instantly sketching out an illusory portal.
The portal's image flickered, and after roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it shifted from blurry to clear.
Suddenly, the image of an enchantingly beautiful yet pure nun appeared within the portal.
