Perhaps the story had reached its final chapter.
Yet its tale had only just begun to spread.
Most people in the city would not remember what had happened, nor what they themselves had gone through. But there would always be those who remembered, those who recorded, and those who... sang praises of the city and Him.
When gloom shrouded every corner of the city, whispers of despair intertwined through its streets and alleys. The threads of Destiny had knotted into an inescapable tangle, and fear made people's souls tremble and shrink back.
You spread your wings from the abyss, bearing supreme will. You carried the light of dawn in your beak, dispelling the shadows of eternal night. Within Destiny's tapestry, you came fluttering down.
You waved an invisible hand, undoing Destiny's shackles and making the light of hope shine in the city once more. You led the lost out of the vortex, and the power of salvation shook every heart.
You took away the darkness and left behind light. You took away despair and left behind hope. Above the ruins, the city flourished once again, and your achievements would be etched into the years.
We looked up. We hummed softly. We sang this heartfelt hymn of praise. May you soar through the stars, may your grace never fade, and may your journey be filled with peace...
Cassandra was singing a farewell song for her master.
The Sun God and His daughter quietly awaited this ancient God-Favored one.
"If I remember correctly, it was You who allowed that temple to stand in this city." Though the Reckless Goddess was a goddess, her brain was not difficult to use. She simply did not like using it.
She looked toward the temple where Cassandra lived. The forbidden temple was somewhat out of place