Chapter 123 HER NEST SHE VENTURED

• As the Palace crumbles, on the realm where they thought that doesn't exist [as what they assumed] a brewing storm occurred. As the Palace crumbles, on the realm where they thought that doesn't exist [as what they assumed] a brewing storm occurred.
• [And she wanders in spite of the danger behold]
• That place had something, which she find similar to where she came from. The bustling streets on a fret even on a mid-day summer, no matter how much the sun result burnt skin, people would always flock on the street unbothered by the prickling sensation and the constant wincing she couldn’t stand with. Clad on a thick sweater, it ease constantly how painful it was. Nevertheless, in a few second the sweat followed suit, every fibre of her was in a greasy state, the beads incomparable with a waterfall that keeps streaming non-stop, brimming as her inner clothes get soaked and wet already. It stick again on her skin, and believe her when she say that she felt like being wrapped on grease and oil, where the layer has been carelessly poured. The combination is horrible.