Holy Cross Continent — Ente Isla
Space rippled like the surface of a pond disturbed by a pebble—silent, fluid, and eerily calm.
No explosions.
No dramatic flashes tearing through the sky.
Just a faint distortion in the air, as if reality had passed through a layer of invisible, sticky film.
And then—
A wave of unfamiliar energy hit them.
The air was fresh, rich, and full of life. The scent of soil, leaves, and something impossibly pure—something that felt like the world itself—wrapped around them.
This wasn't a city choked by industry.
This wasn't Earth's thin, processed air.
This was Ente Isla.
And deep inside, Emilia and Suzuno Kamazuki both felt it—the overwhelming sense of coming home.
"Mm…!"
Emilia let out a soft gasp.
A surge of warmth and power—long dormant like a sleeping volcano—erupted from within her.
Her hair lifted on its own, strands glowing as if they'd been given new life.
The disguise she wore in the human world—dyed red—faded away in an instant, revealing its true form: a pure, luminous silver that cascaded down her back like moonlight.
A soft silver aura wrapped around her, gentle but unshakably strong.
As it flowed, it formed into armor—sleek, elegant, inscribed with ancient runes, and glowing with divine brilliance.
At her waist, the ghost of her holy sword flickered, radiating an intensity that made evil itself recoil.
Emilia Justina, the Hero, had returned—whole, powerful, and ready to fight once more on the land she had once sworn to protect.
"Hahh…"
Suzuno exhaled, deeply and slowly.
Her plain kimono disintegrated and reformed instantly, turning into her official black enforcer uniform from her days as Auditor Christine Bell—sharp lines, gold trim, efficient and authoritative.
Holy power pulsed through her again, refined and focused, reigniting abilities that had dulled over time.
The sacred weapon in her hand—disguised as a war hammer—let out a soft hum of recognition, golden runes flowing across its surface.
She could feel her strength again. Her eyes, now razor-sharp, burned with a quiet determination.
She was ready for war.
The two women locked eyes.
No words needed.
The look between them said it all: We're back.
Standing beside them was Rei Ao, still dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Compared to the enchanted medieval fantasy around him, he looked wildly out of place.
He scanned the world around him with casual curiosity—the towering mountains in the distance, the ancient forests nearby, the thick elemental energy and magic floating in the air.
And yet, he didn't feel out of place. He was the anomaly. A singularity.
The energy around him bent unnaturally, avoiding him like a wild animal steering clear of something far above its league.
"So, this is Ente Isla," Rei Ao said with a smile. "Feels like home?"
"Better than ever," Emilia said, clenching her fist.
She could feel the energy flowing through her again, reconnecting her to the land. Her eyes burned with conviction.
"My strength is back."
"Objective clear. Condition optimal," Suzuno added bluntly.
Her eyes were already fixed on the silhouette of a massive city in the distance—radiating holy light even in the darkness.
The Sacred Capital of the Grand Church.
"Alright," Rei Ao said. "Let's start by finding your friend, Emilia."
He didn't raise a hand. He didn't need to.
Just a thought, and space itself folded obediently before him.
A portal appeared—stable, deep, and seamless.
Through it, the view opened up to a massive library bathed in soft light. The air inside was thick with the scent of parchment, ink, and magical preservatives.
The Forbidden Archive—the Grand Church's most guarded secret.
Here, knowledge deemed "dangerous" or "forbidden" by the Church was sealed away.
Tall bookshelves stretched endlessly toward the ceiling, quiet as sleeping giants.
Magic crystals embedded in the walls and ceiling glowed softly, casting a hushed, reverent glow.
It felt like a temple—silent, heavy, sacred.
In a sealed chamber buffered by silence and warding spells, a small figure sat hunched at a massive desk piled high with star charts and ancient tomes.
Emeralda Etuva.
Once the most powerful mage on the Western Continent.
Now, a "special prisoner" of the Church.
Her iconic green hair was disheveled, ends curled like spring grass.
Her matching green eyes were sharp but anxious, locked on a parchment covered in intricate spatial coordinates and energy patterns.
The regal robe she wore—once embroidered with the Saint Aire Empire's golden crest—was now smudged with ink and dust.
She looked like someone who hadn't had the time or freedom to care about appearances for a while.
"Damn it… it's jammed again…"
Emeralda muttered under her breath, fingers raking through her hair in frustration.
A pale green glow flickered between her slender fingers as she carefully manipulated a device on the desk—a tangle of rare crystals and enchanted wires.
A contraband artifact she had secretly built, meant to detect energy across worlds and send faint signals.
Last time, she had caught a sliver of Emilia's holy sword aura—and it worked. She made contact.
But the Church noticed.
The signal was jammed. Emilia disappeared again.
She'd tried to warn them about Olba's betrayal.
But her device's energy spike was picked up by the library's surveillance wards.
Since then, they'd reinforced her containment. Heavier restrictions. More layers of monitoring.
Still… she kept trying.
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