Golden lightning completely illuminated the gloomy sky. The moment Emilia raised her sword, the electric light struck the Fallen Tower, followed by a sound descending from a higher place in the sky, as though it had existed since the very beginning of beginnings, since the birth of the world—
"Roar~"
At the mere arrival of that sound, every street-facing window in Moon Bay's central district, centered on Belinder Big Ben, shattered at once.
Cries of alarm rang out from citizens throughout the city, while above the Clock Tower, a pillar of white light that reached the heavens pierced the clouds and shone upon the tower's peak where the golden lightning had struck. The ancient dragon's roar once again resounded through Moon Bay City's rainy Sunday morning.
Most people had no idea what had happened. All they could see was a glow seemingly containing every color lighting up atop Belinder Big Ben. Though it was not as dazzling as the Silver Moon glow from not long ago, no one could ignore the density of those colors, nor the powerful force that seemed capable of sweeping away any darkness, appearing alongside the lightning and dragon's roar.
That glow was now in Emilia's hand. More precisely, the sharp-eared Elf Girl stared in shock at the pure white sword of light in her hand. When she had raised her sword and been struck by lightning just now, she had thought her bad luck was acting up again. She had even regretted holding metal high in a thunderstorm, but the next moment, the feel of the Silver Sword vanished, and she felt as though she were gripping a ball of light.
The power of that light flowed into her body as well. The wounds on her body slowly healed, and the damage to her Spirit