Above the White Moon, chaos is dispelled, above the Void Sky, the Grey Moon is born.
The Hero gazes in awe at the scene, enveloped in the pure light of the White Moon.
Even as everything calms down, the grand chant still seems to echo in her ears.
The Moon Queen's clear and holy voice flows into her heart, like nectar falling into a long-dry well, reviving the hidden water source below.
The Hero only feels that something is about to emerge from deep within her own "Abyss," but before she can seize that feeling, the Priestess smiles and gently raises her hand.
"Child, there is no need to rush."
Her tone is soft, smoothing the Hero's inner restlessness: "That is not something fleeting, but something that has always belonged to you.
"For now, let us continue."
The Hero nods, concentrating, continuing to watch the enactment of the Illusion Realm.
