As the morning sun rose and illuminated the land, the scene of the three standing outside the forest, facing the vast plains and basking in sunlight, was one of hope—a breathtakingly beautiful sight that lifted the spirit.
Especially when all three of them were smiling, the scene became even more unforgettable, the kind of image worthy of being preserved as a mural.
In fact, people were already doing exactly that.
Some took photographs, while others started painting on the spot. In any case, they wanted to preserve this beautiful scene.
Then, under such circumstances, the camera shifted to the nameless fairy, and the BGM changed at that moment, becoming somewhat eerie.
In an instant, the hearts of the previously relaxed people in the real world skipped a beat. They instinctively felt that something was wrong—this was the prelude to trouble!
Sure enough, in the next moment, the ominous purple marks on the nameless fairy girl's body changed. They had previously spread at an almost imperceptible pace, but now they were visibly expanding.
As they spread, the nameless girl's remaining eye turned hollow, and she began speaking as if she were addressing Cloud and Artoria, yet also as if she were muttering to herself.
"Ah~ The scent on the wind... the nostalgic scent of Salisbury soil..."
"Beautiful Britain, nostalgic Britain—my homeland, from when its name still remained..."
"Hehe... hehehe... Hold on... just hold on a little longer..."
Upon hearing this, Cloud and Artoria immediately turned to look at her. They saw the nameless fairy smiling, yet wearing a dazed, vacant expression, while purple marks spread across her body.
At the sight, Artoria's pupils contracted. She seemed to have realized what was happening, and a forlorn sadness appeared on her face. "So... it has finally come to this..."
Cloud, on the other