Hate me, Miss Witch!

But now, at this very moment—

In Fioran's eyes, this space had already begun to fill with one spatial fluctuation after another. Then, in an extremely brief period of time, these spatial fluctuations transformed into sharp fissures, ultimately converging into an invisible and intangible, yet majestic and enormous spatial storm that ordinary people could hardly observe.

The next moment, crystalline cracks appeared against the pitch-black canopy of the sky. The walls of the Main Material Plane revealed their breaches. There appeared a fleeting rift, leading to the Dimensional Abyss.

To pierce through the barrier between the Main Material Plane and the dimensions was an exclusive ability normally possessed only by Legendary powerful pros. At this moment, the "Silent Singer," Isveytan, was relying on her authority as the Deputy White Tower Master, being in the White Tower's home field, to accomplish such a grand feat.

Gazing at the twisted dimensional rift, Fioran didn't hesitate and stepped directly into it.

Inside the dimensional rift, chaotic spatial currents thrived; a single misstep, and even a Beastmaster of Titled Rank could instantly meet their demise on the spot. Fioran calmed her mind and followed the faint guiding pull, traversing one spatial fissure after another. Shadows of countless planes appeared fleetingly beside her, but Fioran ignored them all.

A few breaths later, the twisted chaos of spatial currents and the complex projections of planes all vanished without a trace. In their place was a brilliant yet subdued twilight.

It was a realm with thousands of towers, numerous palaces, and layers upon layers of towering city walls. Shrouded in the profound twilight, the majestic and splendid buildings resembled the Royal Court inhabited by the Titan Giants Tribe, as told in ancient myths.

Fioran took a deep breath, a serious glint flashing beneath the metallic mask over her eyes. She did not summon her usual mount, the Black Scales Drake, but instead walked step by step into the palace complex bathed in twilight.

Fioran was well aware of what this place was. This was a new plane, created by the might of a single person. The outside world believed that the "Gray-Silver Witch," who had erected one of the three towers—the White Chalk Tower—like a comet rising rapidly within an incredibly short span of time five hundred years ago, had already been buried by the sands of time. This was a reasonable conjecture. After all, according to the slim amount of verifiable data, the race of the Gray-Silver Witch was that of pure-blooded Humans, not of those with long lifespans. Even having reached the Legendary rank, one would still be restricted by the lifespan inherent to one's race. Moreover, Silvia Brunestadt, the "Gray-Silver Witch," had been inactive for hundreds of years without a single record of action. Even in the intelligence archives of some powerful forces, her file had been marked as "missing." Perhaps her lifespan had run out, or maybe she had met with an accident while exploring the Astral Realm or Spirit Realm. Alternatively, she could have simply been lost in the cracks between the Dimensional Abyss and The Void. She might be alive, but forever unable to return to the Western Continent. For the people there, this made no difference from being dead. In the history of the Western Continent, the number of missing Legendary individuals was too many to count. After all, no Legendary being lacks the desire for godhood, and the chances for ascension lie in the distant Astral Realm and Dimensional Abyss—this is a belief accepted by many Legends. Thus, since ancient times, countless Legendary powerful pros have embarked on journeys to the Astral Realm, most of whom would never return. However, only the high-ranking officials of the White Tower like Isveytan and Fioran were keenly aware—The Gray-Silver Witch, Silvia, had never actually ventured to the Astral or Spirit Realms. Indeed, after achieving her Legendary rank, she had no thoughts of pursuing the paths to godhood longed for by countless predecessors. Silvia had always been in the Western Continent. Or, to be more precise, she had been in an eternal slumber within this secondary plane attached to the Main Material Plane. It was not like some aged powerhouses who, nearing the end of their lifespan, chose to eke out an existence by slumbering... Soon after ascending to Legendary rank, the White Tower Master established this space for her Eternal Slumber. Later on, the White Chalk Tower that became renowned throughout the world was originally established by Silvia Brunestadt with the sole intention of finding guardians for her place of slumber. At such a young age, the Gray-Silver Witch opted to seal herself away and fall into slumber... As if she were waiting through the ages— For someone's return.

...

Fioran stepped towards the palace in the twilight. At first, she could maintain the pace of a normal walk. But as she truly entered the palace and began to encounter the solidified twilight, Fioran found each step increasingly difficult. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. With every step she took in that twilight glow, the seriousness in her eyes intensified. It was as if some colossal might, through the dusky light, cloaked Fioran's entire body, making each step an arduous ordeal.

Yet Fioran kept walking, one laborious step after another. She crossed the palace floor, paved with gray-white bricks, and ascended the steps leading to the upper levels of the palace. As she arrived, thick dust from the giant silver-white columns around her cascaded down.

Eventually, Fioran's steps came to a halt at the highest level of this palace complex.