A spear of the heavens pierced straight through Cyril's chest.
Qian gasped for breath, gripping the spear tightly as she stared at the King of Ability Clan howling before turning into countless fragments and fading from the world. She turned her head. Across the vast Plain of Extremes, nothing remained but empty space. In the distant, profound darkness, a sky-blue figure was moving farther and farther away from her.
"Miss Ouvina!"
"Lord!"
In the midst of darkness, the Mountain Maiden suddenly awoke. Gentle sunlight streamed softly into the room through the window. The thin curtains could not block out the radiance of summer, and a warm lily sat on the desk.
Qian suddenly realized that she had been having a nightmare. Sitting on the bed, she gently placed a hand over her chest. Everything from the past flowed tenderly through her heart. She raised her head and looked peacefully at the Azure Spear resting beside the room.
The sound of Hypamira and Star fooling around drifted from the courtyard outside, along with Nemesis's distant scolding.
Outside the window, the sky was a flawless blue.
The carriage slowly entered the forest. Dirfiel held the letter in her hand and silently watched in that direction until even the mail coach's shadow finally vanished.
She lowered her head and looked at the letter in her hand. A trace of relief flashed through her bright eyes, and then she turned around with light steps. In the manor of Swallow Fort, the servants were whispering about the kingdom's grand wedding, held once every year.
"What happened after that?"
"After that, everything naturally turned out fine. His Majesty the King of Flames cut off the Twilight Dragon's head with a single sword strike, and the wars of our era came to an end."
"What does that