Tens of thousands of Red Butterflies had appeared in the snowy night at some unknown time, and everyone soon saw them.
Those peculiar Red Butterflies were semi-transparent. As they fluttered through the woods and across the clearing, red specks of light fell from their beating wings.
They circled the figure walking toward the clearing, as though playing with him and accompanying him at the same time. The Red Butterflies soon filled the forest, and from somewhere came the gentle singing voice of a young girl.
Though this was the eve of the decisive battle, though the Material World stood on the brink of disaster, the scene before them somehow made the anxious, uneasy atmosphere quiet and strange. The song was childish, yet deeply sorrowful. Listening to it felt as though something were missing from one's chest, as though the most important part of one's life had been lost, enough to make one want to weep.
"What is this now?"
No one could answer that question, but everyone in the forest waiting for the final thirty-second signal saw the figure surrounded by Red Butterflies emerge from the petrified forest flowing with black mud and reach the edge of the clearing. By then, Red Butterflies had already swept across the entire clearing like waves alongside the snowflakes.
This was an illusion cast by the finest humanoid Angel Level Relic. Although neither Helen nor Grace was at full strength, they had broken free of the Fate Curse's shackles and truly held hands as they stepped onto this land together.
The Guardians' enormous petrified avatar lowered its head to watch that figure, while other gazes from the dense forest also fixed upon him.
"God Summoner!"
Someone whispered, and Iluna, who was preparing to depart with The Church's team, wore an excited expression the moment