Somewhere within the Bamboo Forest.

The forest was gigantic; anyone venturing here would be risking their lives trekking in the dangers and unknown threats that lurk in the forest.

After countless centuries, struggles, injuries, and any attempts of her life...

"Damn it..."

Mokou threw her cigarette as she took out another and ignited it just with a flick of her finger, which produced a fiery blaze on her hands. Her smoking tendency and guiding lost travellers was one of the few ways to alleviate her own boredom and the dullness of her immortal life.

Mokou slumped against a tree with her long white hair. As her red, crimson eyes scanned her immortal body, filled with scratches and scars from all her reckless battles and destruction of burning everything with her ability, especially the fights with the former Lunarian princess,. She can still feel pain like a normal human would.

"That b#tch. This is such a curse."

Said Mokou, the fire on her hands dissipated as the immortal was lost in thought.