Nearly two days had passed since the ritual site was sealed off.
Finally, on a sunny afternoon, the barrier resembling a nocturnal sky of stars began to dissipate, as though melting away under the sunlight.
There was no violent roaring of magic power, nor any extraordinary phenomenon, just like the quiet opening of an operating room door after a routine procedure, the barrier silently dissolved.
Then, informed promptly, the old king and others arrived at the center of the spacious ritual site and saw the Fourteenth Princess standing there quietly.
No longer burdened by heavy shackles, she stood taller, her limbs coated with the striking black and red dragon scales, her head adorned with a rose-woven crown, and her resilient pink hair floating as if alive.
The pink eyes, a symbol of royal lineage, stood vertically, surrounded by clear and transparent whites, carrying a hint of etherealness, seemingly able to see through one's heart.
