Elizabeth and her mother strolled through the estate garden, their footsteps soft against the cobblestone path that weaved through a sea of vibrant blossoms. The flowers swayed gently with the breeze, their petals shimmering under the afternoon sun like scattered gems. The scent of blooming lavender and star lilies filled the air, and the soft chirping of birds created a tranquil symphony that could ease any troubled heart.
It was serene, peaceful, almost too peaceful.
Then, Diana spoke, her voice calm yet piercing through the stillness like a ripple in water.
"What do you know about the Trial World?"
Elizabeth blinked, momentarily thrown off. She had expected answers, not questions.
Still, she composed herself. 'Mother knows what she's doing', she thought.
"According to history…" she began slowly, her mind shifting gears, "the Trial World has existed since the beginning of the universe but only grants access to worlds that are ready to ascend and are facing a tribulation."
