Chapter 160: A strange illness.

"Are you done?" 

"Yes. Everything has been double-checked."

"Good. You can go rest now."

Mimir is her name, a fourth-generation Nephilim and the personal consultant of the queen, or so she would like to think.

It wouldn't be an understatement to say that she is the wisest Nephilim born so far, and most of her brethren are aware of that, however her opinion is rarely taken into account which makes her question why she was asked to be a consultant in the first place.

"It's finally here…" She couldn't help the sigh that escaped her.

Looking at the small floating window in front of her, Mimir went around performing one more final check making sure everything was in order before their departure.