Hundreds of stars hung high in the sky, resembling the stars, illuminating the dim Eternal Night.
As if a vast Sea of Stars.
Hathaway walked through the Royal Court, where the silent buildings around were all bathed in a layer of cool starlight.
It really, truly succeeded...
Even now, looking at the brilliant star river above the Lost Island, Hathaway still felt a tinge of disbelief in her heart.
So many incredible things have happened over the past six months.
From encountering that black-haired boy who called himself Shiayar in the Astral Realm.
To following Shiayar to learn magic, truly entering the hall known as Arcane Arts, and immersing herself in the quest for truth.
And now—
Turning the childhood wishes and thoughts she naively spoke aloud on the beach into reality.
During these months, she had remained atop that high mountain.
Hundreds of Sun Furnaces operating simultaneously in coordination, along with the allocation of mana crystals.
