111 Arshley's Restlessness and Anxiety, and Important News

The Hall of Gods, Holy Orthodox 

In the hall of gods, Arshley sat upon the throne, draped in a loose white chastity robe that barely concealed her perfect figure.

Her eyes were closed behind a white veil covering her face, giving the impression of sleep. 

Yet, upon her forehead and amidst her beautiful eyebrows, pronounced wrinkles marred her features, as if she were witnessing something deeply unpleasant.

After a few moments passed, Arshley's closed eyes gradually opened.

Her blue eyes, as resplendent as the azure sky, exuded a captivating allure, yet a trace of fatigue and weariness tinged their brilliance.

"That nightmare again..." Arshley murmured weakly, her tone tinged with weariness and her gaze slightly unfocused.

Since Leon's disappearance, she has been plagued by restless sleep and recurring nightmares, each more distressing than the last.