The red-haired woman sat upon the throne, her eyes closed, devoid of any sign of life.

Even though there was no trace of life emanating from her, her body showed no signs of decay; it remained unchanged from ten thousand years ago to now.

The power of time seemed nonexistent to her.

The old man outside the hall had doubted countless times whether his master was truly dead, yet he was certain that the woman on the throne was merely an empty shell, without a soul.