As the golden brilliance filled Emilia's room, the divine light burned brighter than the morning sun.
The intricate runes beneath their feet shimmered and pulsed like a living thing, threads of radiance weaving upward and curling gently around Snow's body.
The golden flames enveloped her completely — not with searing heat, but with a deep, tranquil warmth that seemed to melt every trace of fatigue or corruption within her.
Her pale hair glowed like spun silver beneath the light, and the air itself shimmered in harmony with the divine energy flowing through the room.
The radiance hummed softly, alive and rhythmic, before beginning to fade.
As the final motes of light drifted away like golden petals in the air, both girls slowly opened their eyes.
Snow's breath escaped her lips in a gentle sigh, her expression calm and lightened as though a great burden had been lifted.
