Bab 257: Plans and Actions

In the outer plain of pure darkness, a woman sat upon her throne fashioned from bones, her gaze fixed upon the screen before her.

Despite the vastness of her existence and the eons she had witnessed, she found herself succumbing to the monotony of boredom.

"Boring," she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration as she observed the uneventful scenes unfolding in the mortal realm.

For weeks, she had been monitoring the world through the eyes of her chosen saintess, Isabella, hoping to find some semblance of amusement.

Yet, each passing moment only deepened her dissatisfaction.

Time held little meaning for her, its passage imperceptible against the backdrop of eternity.

But in these recent weeks, even the smallest increments felt like an eternity of tedium. Isabella's actions, though dutiful and necessary for their grand scheme, failed to captivate her attention.