The further they followed the woman in a silky white dress, the more obvious to them that the walls were glowing and radiating some kind of gentle light purple glow. And at the same time, it became somewhat obvious to them that something was actually nht with the passageways they were in earlier - the walls appeared to be more fragile ahered, and less pristihan what they were seeing now.

  The woman disappeared around the er once again. When they made it past the er, they found themselves in front of a stone arch, beyond which was a giant garden. Flower rows, tall stoands, dangling baskets from stone pilrs, everywhere they fix their eyes on, they saw flowers aation they had never seen before. And on the far side of the garden was a tall, wide, wall with a relief sculpture on it - a male warrior wearing a helmet, wielding a h his left arm.

  The woman in a white dress was sitting on a stoform, beside a rger stoand shaped like the mouth and neck of a vase, pruning the flowers and grass growing in it. The flowers in this stand all had light purple and light e petals with some kind of golden lining along the edges of each petal and each leaf.

  The woman in white dress took a look at them, her pupils glowing in e. Yet the rest of her face was covered by fog, making it so that they could only see the outline of her face but nothing iail. A faint, tranquil but still slightly uling singing voice surrouhe entire garden, eg from wall to wall. Marcus listened closer, and found that the humming sounds came from the eight broken pilrs standing in different ers of the garden.

  Marcus walked in first, Gloria followed him.

  “You are here.” The woman’s voice had a certai too it, perhaps the at, or perhaps the expressions on her face. “Good - good. But could be bad - could be bad, or it could be worse - maybe…”

  “This is the Lady in White.” Gloria whispered to Marcus.

  “Lady in White - you mean THAT Lady in White?” Marcus’ eyes twitched.

  “Yes.” Gloria nodded: “Be careful - my friend told me - she’s not actually dangerous - if you behave.”

  “Behave is a weird prescription for a couple of warriors, fighters who defied on wisdom and came all the way here. Bearing uable fate with you as well.” The woman chuckled and stood up: “e in here. You want to leave, you o step inside first.”

  Marcus took a deep breath, exged looks with Gloria before walking into the garden step by step. They came in closer to the woman as well as the wall with the sculpture. His eyes opened wide as he g the wall once again. The relief sculpture only had his left arm. It showed his right shoulder, but no arm ected to it.

  With this shog realization, Marcus’ eyesight blurred for a moment. He looked around again, this time paying additional attention to the patterns on the decor, patterns oands and flower pots. There was nothing clearly indicative, but from the general styles, he could tell that they were indeed of styles from the olden days.

  “This is - this is probably a memorial garden for the One Armed Knight.” Marcus whispered to Gloria under his breath.

  “Yeah, it makes sehe old ruins are said to be from aimes, some say they’re from even before the formation of Lake Aqiu.” Gloria nodded and whispered back: “But - let’s ask when there’s a ce just to be sure.”

  The dy in white, still with the mysterious fog on her face, walked down from the ptform. With them ing closer, they saw that there were several rows of flowers hidden behind the tall stand, all glistening in different colors.

  “Lady - you be so kind as to enlighten us on who you are, and where we are?” Gloria did not wait but ask with a slightly hasteone: “We are in dire need of yuidand your assistance, because the ey is i disarray - ”

  The Lady in White simply waved her hand, and Gloria’s voice was instantly sealed. She kept talking, her mouth and throat kept moving, but she did not make any sound. Marcus tried to ask as well, but the same thing happeo him.

  “You might think that since I am here, stud isoted, I may have turned a blioward the ey, and the world.” The Lady in White walked past them, heading towards the ter of the garden. Her hands slowly glided through the air, over the flowers by her side. When she reached the ter of the garden, she raised both her hands above her head, tiny sparks fshing in her palms and above her fiips.

  Lines of light green and light blue glow grew from the top of the walls and the pilrs, they arched in the air, they folded and merged into one another.

  Marcus took a deep breath to calm himself down, as he marveled this incredible dispy of power and - art. The glowing lines formed a holographic picture of what this open air garden would have looked like, if the magnifitly built aiculously decorated ceiling of the entire garden remained and would have provided shelter and shading for aaying here.

  “This garden, this pce, was once called the eye of the nd, a pce for those who yearn to see, for those who want to memorialize those we lost, and of course, for war and campaigns.” The Lady in White snapped her fingers, and the “walls” made up of glowing lines of light turo ss. Like proje ss, they showed live visions of different ers iy, the historical towers in the South-Eastern District, the shiny and high-tech buildings of the South-Western District, and the bell towers standing beside the tradiers of the Northern District. “It is as if by fate that I am here. And it's being the st bastion against the corruption ing and chewing away the city.”