Frost Ghost Tree, a Legendary Mage's Compromise

The world was collapsing, its laws annihilated, everything turning to dust. Dense cracks spread across the sky and earth of Svafnir, and the once-solid land had become as fragile as tofu, easily churned apart.

This world was approaching the end of time. At its very edge, rumbling carried the ballad of doomsday.

Archbishop Adriana knelt upon the dust-covered earth. She prayed, the snow-white Holy Radiance around her growing ever more brilliant and dense, until even the fragments of the collapsing world could not bury her.

A splendorous radiance pierced through the world's barrier. In an instant, beyond Svafnir's countless cracks, all gazes from the abyss that sought to corrupt this world vanished. They feared Dawn's divine power. That eternal light never went out, scorching every dark heretic that tried to approach.

The power of purification began to occupy every corner of this world. Deep within the distant Northlands, Dragon Chosen Isabella sank into an ocean of the Great Being's skeletal essence. Great traces were inscribed across her naked body, flowing over every inch of skin like totems as they perfected her divinity.

"She is advancing toward godhood."

Adriana looked toward Isabella from afar and discovered this astonishing truth, but she had never believed Isabella could succeed.

Gods were even more difficult to comprehend than Demigods. Their existence was innate; not even fate could alter it. They possessed only the qualities of birth and existence. Death could not befall gods, for they might awaken again countless years after death.

Isabella could become a Demigod, but she could never become a god. There was not even a so-called gulf between them—it was an absolutely insurmountable distance.

She would fail. Just as Adriana had expected, Isabella soon had no choice but to stop. She opened her eyes regretfully. Her understanding of the Great