East Coast Province, central region, beside Sunrise Lake.
The sky was dim, and Irene gazed calmly at the distant village without speaking for a long time, as Lilian, who had grown into an adult, followed by her side.
Although Irene had reached middle age, her appearance had hardly changed at all. Byrne's daughter, Lilian, was completely different.
She had grown tall quickly and had shed all her youthful immaturity; in fact, she was now half a head taller than Irene.
Lilian's black hair was very flowing, exuding a more ethereal and shattered aura compared to Irene.
"Let's go, Lilian, it's just ahead."
Irene's voice came through, composed and restrained, as if she had seen through the ways of the world.
As evening fell, they approached the lakeside village wearing layered, solemn black robes with veils, in the slightly chilly weather.