A while ago, in the divine domain of Arietta.
As the divine domain shimmered and Raven's group vanished in a flash of golden light, silence returned like a curtain falling.
Arietta stood motionless at the center of the marble dais, her silver hair swaying slightly in the breeze. The ripples of magic faded. The divine seal closed.
Then—her knees buckled.
She stumbled back with a sharp gasp, golden eyes wide with fatigue. The pristine marble rushed toward her—
—But before she hit the ground, a soft, puffy cloud gently scooped her up, cradling her like a hammock.
"Thank you," she whispered breathlessly, reaching up to pat the cloud as if it were a loyal pet.
Above her, the divine realm stretched on endlessly—a sky of soft pastel violet and gold, glowing eternally with celestial light.
Faint echoes of singing stars drifted on the wind, and golden petals occasionally rained down from nowhere.
So peaceful. So calm.
