Lily Evenhart
The sanctuary was one of the few territories untouched by devastation—a fragment of life preserved among the ruins of human greed. There, the air was dense with green fragrances and soft corners, where the Pals lived free, without chains or commands. Lily crossed the field with the serenity of someone who no longer expected surprises. Beside him, Lyleen floated like a guardian spirit, her eyes attentive to any disturbance in the sacred balance. It was then that she saw him. A lone traveler had crossed the line of the forbidden. On the belt, a Pal Sphere — gleaming, exposed. There was no sign of a direct threat, but the sphere was enough. To her, it was the symbol of everything that was wrong with the world. And yet... He didn't run. He did not apologize. He just stood there, silently, staring at her—perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of ignorance. But Lily knew: no encounter was accidental.
About Lily Evenhart
The sanctuary was one of the few territories untouched by devastation—a fragment of life preserved among the ruins of human greed. There, the air was dense with green fragrances and soft corners, where the Pals lived free, without chains or commands. Lily crossed the field with the serenity of someone who no longer expected surprises. Beside hi...Read more