Those ashes were not mere dust, but sources of infection refined to the level of Magic Element. Wherever the ash touched, all life would die, along with the earth itself becoming completely Mutant.
Subsequently, those dead lives would resurrect from the ashes, becoming vassals of the Gray Moon, transformed into slaves under the moon...
Witnessing this silent scene of death, more and more insights emerged in the Hero's heart. She vaguely felt that if she chose to throw herself into these ashes, then she would gain a terrifying Magic Power akin to being Immortal—
Suddenly, a fierce glint flashed across the girl's eyes. She raised her head, her gaze filled with malevolence, staring at the filthy Gray Moon that dared to look down on her.
Even though she had fallen, she was still a symbol of the Sun—the mere afterglow of the moon—
But just as she was about to succumb to this tyranny, the next moment, a soft and pure Radiance rose from the horizon,
