The Night Has Already Fallen-Can Dawn Be Far Behind? Bonus Chapter

(Bonus chapter for brother "Booksea Rolling in Search" [4/5])

After learning of the High Heavens' existence, Xe'ra had once imagined what kind of scenery this holy land of the Holy Light would possess.

It ought to have been sacred and solemn, majestic and radiant.

Perhaps every extravagant word of praise in the cosmos would not have been enough to describe it. After all, the close bond between the Holy Light and faith meant that the High Heavens should have embodied everything the People of Light considered most beautiful.

It should naturally have represented the home of all truth, goodness, and beauty in the cosmos.

Justice.

All six primal forces had their own justice, but if one were to ask which force's justice most closely resembled mortals' pursuit of truth, goodness, and beauty, it was undoubtedly the Holy Light.

This doctrine, so closely tied to life, hope, and beauty, had originated in the Dark Age before the Great Ordering of Light and Shadow, in the eternal war between An'she, the Sun God, Mu'sha, the Moon God, and the primordial darkness. What these two most ancient deities of the cosmos represented was the hope that all things would move toward order and prosperity.

No one understood the true meaning of the Holy Light better than the Naaru.

The innate devotion and protectiveness of these mythical beings of light, along with their almost absurdly selfless desire for sacrifice, all came from An'she's "blessing" upon the new era he had created with his own hands.

As the first life born from the light, Xe'ra should have held the most wonderful expectations for the realm of the Holy Light.

The splendor and solemnity of the Faith Stairway and Heaven's Gate had greatly heightened those expectations, making her yearn even more for the sight beyond the