Martha gently drew the sobbing Antitina into her arms and softly stroked her back, comforting her child.
Antitina finally realized something. Through tear-blurred eyes, she looked at Martha and said, "You are... Lady Martha?"
Martha gently nodded.
"...You're back?" The girl raised her head, her face still streaked with tears. Her voice carried an urgent hope. "Will you help us fight the Twilight Dragon?"
Martha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped away Antitina's tears. "My child, you do not need anyone's help. The mortals' unyielding will and faith are your strongest weapons—and I have already granted you the authority. From here on, you must open up your own magnificent future with your own hands."
Antitina looked at her in confusion, but then saw Martha lightly tap her right hand. Starting from her fingertips, the goddess slowly transformed into countless scattering petals of light. Amid a dazzling radiance like the birth of a supernova, Antitina saw an ancient throne.
And upon that throne, a holy sword lay sleeping in silence.
A gentle voice echoed across the entire sky of Vonder.
"My children—"
"Do not give up hope!"
At that moment, the entire world seemed to stop breathing.
Everyone looked at the dazzling sword in the sky.
In the Elven Court within the Fallen Leaf Forest of the White Mountains, bells rang, and the elven guards opened the doors to the assembly hall. The Wind Spirit envoy rose first. One of them extended a hand to their opponent and said, "Thank you very much. My name is Meria, chief mage of the Elven Court."
The pale-blooded noble smiled faintly and touched the elf's hand with elegant restraint. "Although at this moment, our names may both be buried in the river of history, history will remember this day forever. I believe