401 Enchantia's Gift

The palace was vast; filled with grandeur that could not be matched even by the top royal houses on Earth. Throughout the palace, priceless gemstones flashed, emitting sparkling rays of light. A fresh, cold breeze swept through the air, making one feel energetic.

The style and atmosphere were imposing but welcoming like the embrace of a mother.

Despite this, the young geniuses had their eyes widened until they were round. Their ears were ringing so badly that they felt faint.

There was not even the sound of breathing as they gazed at the spectral face.

The entity that deserved veneration of the echelons was now speaking to a youngster. That too, in a manner that denoted familiarity!

They could understand if she was speaking in such a manner with a Chosen from a powerful lineage, but she wasn't. She was talking to a former slum dweller - Zed. A youngster that spent at least starting twelve years of his life in a slum.