Demons Across the World

In a desolate, gloomy old palace, a miserable woman lived alone. She had delicate features, slender brows like the moon, and long black hair that fell straight to her waist like a waterfall. A pale purple jade hairpin simply held her hair in place, with no other adornments. She wore a thin purple dress, yet even after spending two full years in this cold palace, she had retained her air of calm detachment.

It was early autumn once again. Every year around this time, she would risk going alone to the forbidden woods behind the cold palace and spend the day there. No one knew why, except for the loyal maid who had followed her into the cold palace.

Now...