Black History
Third Person’s POV
At a small town near the foot of the northern kingdom’s fey mountain where the capital city resided in its hollow peak, a normal-looking envoy rented a small manor to stay for the night.
Saintess Lilis stood at the rear garden of the manor where the faint moonlight of the moon graced the frozen stream and the wilted flowers covered with flakes of snow.
Her black eyes seemed to be looking at the abstinent beauty of snow but there are also will o wisps in gold flickering in the depths of her pupils.
Lilis is currently calculating the possibility of Nem being connected to the black history that killed off the gods but there are no results even after she used her mysterious eyes of the Sage’s.
The black history of the legends is an irrevocable stain in t
