There was no road beyond the end of the snowy slope. Ahead lay snow-covered mountains beneath the starry night.
She stood upon a lofty ridge like a silver line, winding like a silver snake for miles in either direction before vanishing into the darkness. The wind blew constantly from beyond the ridge, stirring the snow beneath her feet like silver-white grains of sand rolling under Luvia's boots.
Upon this continuous snow-covered ridge, which stretched like a silver line, countless treasures from different eras lay quietly in the snow, reflecting the starlight.
The starry sky seemed within reach. Luvia stood on the ridge, her shawl hair swaying in the wind, her long dress rustling amid the snowstorm. Beneath the starlight, she felt her body and mind completely relax.
The sky was directly overhead, and endless white mountains lay beneath her feet. It was as though the entire world had been compressed before her, and as though she could now see the whole world.
The End of the Pilgrimage was not important to Pilgrims. The Pilgrims of Fate cared more about the journey itself. Yet at the end, this ancient road still welcomed them with such scenery.
Thus, Luvia, likewise a professional diviner and likewise eager to know and defy Destiny, clearly sensed the feelings of every Pilgrim who had come here.
She looked at everything before her, then spread her arms and raised her head, narrowing her eyes as she let the wind and snow brush against her cheeks. Snowflakes swirled behind her until the rolling white snow grains formed the shape of a ring, and the Destiny Ring surged forth amid rolling steam and mist.
All the treasures upon the silver "sand" beneath her feet burst forth with their own radiance. The insights left behind by those who had completed