[If this winter lasted so long that it never ended in your lifetime, so long that you never saw the first light of spring, would you be afraid?]
[No, I would not.]
[Because a raven would always descend quietly on a winter night, then leave gently after bringing us the first warm breeze.]
[It always carried a torch, watching over the years of our lives and treating us with tenderness.]
Aivier raised her head, gazed at the fire in the hearth, and said:
"It was only when the ravens arrived that we learned of the grand plan in his heart, and understood why he never said a word in those final days of his struggle against the God King."
Because he had severed those memories from himself.
He had left his tenderness, his dreams, and all his hopes for the future with the ravens he had split off from himself.
He did not know whether he could win his struggle against the God King.
But if he could.
Then these seeds he had left behind would become the hope of the New World.
Because the ravens had undergone ascension almost at the very moment he became the Firstborn. Within them, he had recorded every living being who had perished in the war. Even the deities he had been forced to kill were given a chance at a new life in the New World.
And so, on that day.
Countless ravens flew into the Vast Cosmos, carrying hope in their beaks and bringing rules.
World after world reappeared amid the ravens' long cries, and life after life was reawakened in bewilderment. They sounded the horn of revival.
Winter had finally passed!
Because spring...
Had arrived!
Lynn listened, spellbound, as she recounted that ancient history. Aivier held her head high, and before