As Mystra stepped onto the Celestial Stairway, ascending toward heaven one step at a time, Anna—the Goddess of Magic's faithful follower—was the only one on the ground still watching her receding figure. Kevin, the adventuring party's captain, was instead discussing their next course of action with the others:
"What do we do next?"
The "heroes" who had just saved the world from catastrophe could only look at one another in silence.
After that battle, they had witnessed the godly powers capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Though those "Death Gods" had fallen to the earth and become Saints, they were still terrifying beings beyond humanity.
Even though he, Anna, and Cecilia had already stepped into Legend, it was easy to imagine that if they had not happened to stumble upon their enemies' plot and predicament, and if Cecilia had not suddenly erupted and unleashed a breath of dragonfire that overturned the collapsing situation, they would all likely have died here today, in these desolate Dragonspine Mountains.
Wait!
Since when had Cecilia possessed such terrifying power?
Only then did Kevin remember to ask Drolu's daughter:
"By the way, Cecilia, what was that just now? Are you actually a dragonblood descendant?"
The half-elf beside them excitedly threw herself onto the female Sword Saint's back from behind, her face radiant as she asked:
"Yeah! Cecilia! How did you suddenly become so incredible? With one ha, your Frost Breath froze the entire mountaintop into an ice peak, and with one slash, you cut off that god's right hand! That was insanely amazing! Luo Jiali wants to become that amazing too, so I won't hold you all back anymore."
At Kevin's mention of it, everyone finally came to their senses and focused their gazes on the female Sword Saint, whose expression was equally dazed.
Cecilia