Then Ren, Elizabeth, and Queen Thistle walked where the palm was directing the way.
The green glow on Ren's right palm flared steadily brighter, the light warm and alive, guiding their footsteps deeper into the vast Noctiflora Forest. The path was no longer visible — it had been overgrown for centuries — but the palm turned and pulled with quiet certainty, as if it knew exactly where they needed to go.Queen Thistle walked at his side, her tall, deathly white body moving with regal grace, the thin black gown barely clinging to her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her pussy. Her forehead glowed with the same steady emerald fire as before, lighting her face and spilling onto the ground ahead, her eyes reflecting the light like living emeralds. Elizabeth walked between them, the white sheet still wrapped around her naked body from the house, her silver hair loose and shining, her eyes wide as she took in the ancient trees towering above them.
It became nearly evening.
