310 Memoir of the Past: Intervention

A figure was flying in the air and moving swiftly, covering a distance of several kilometers every second.

It was nighttime. Darkness haunted the land beneath her, and the cold reflected every breath she took.

The moon was right above her head, hanging in a cloudless sky. It was clear, just like a lake. But all of a sudden, countless cracks appeared in it and instantly broadened, becoming larger than a man.

They were shaped like different phases of the moon. Some were like a crescent moon, and the others were similar to a full moon.

Lying behind them were boulder-sized rubies that excluded intense malevolence in the shape of gas.

Reflected in all of them was a single being, a gorgeous woman, to be exact.

She was tall and graceful, dressed luxuriously in a way well befitting of an aristocrat like her. Touched by the moon, her golden hair shone like the rays of the sun. As of this moment, each of her hair strands looked like a priceless thread of gold.