Misty, damp, and quiet. Nothing over a few meters could be seen as the fog was so thick visibility was almost zero.
Such atmosphere spoke of chilling winds brushing the air, yet a person was in the middle of such place.
This person was a woman with a very long black hair that was touching the floor.
She wore nothing as she looks up the bright ceiling which had a hole on it that's illuminating her surroundings with dim sunlight.
"The seed is currently being ferried to the target's designation. With its current speed, it is estimated to arrive around 3 to 4 days."
A voice of a man beyond the fog spoke.
"Everything so far is within your estimation. None of the fragments have directly interacted as of now."
However, the woman did not react and simply closed her eyes as she lets droplets of water slide down her face, hair, and body.
"Your holiness, we await for your word."
The woman lets out a soft yet deep sigh with a breath so warm it formed a mist in front of her.
