Chapter 858 Switch and Swap

• Dusk was closing in over a suburb of the northern border, a stretch of villas backed by rolling mountains, with a broad river streaming past the gates. Nature pressed close on every side, and from here the grand sweep of the border’s rugged land filled the eye, leaving a taste you couldn’t quite shake.
• “An empire painted in strokes,” someone murmured.
• At the floor-to-ceiling window, Astral Yulian cradled a hot cup of tea, watching snow fall beyond the glass, admiring the endless white of the border. A bold, fierce rush of feeling rose in him.