As the dust settled, people saw Amy peacefully resting within the newly established pedestal foundation, resembling Sleeping Beauty quietly awaiting revival on a winter morning.
Zelros knelt in reverence, his deep voice echoing through the tent: "Your sacrifice has given the world new life, we will inherit your will and protect our homeland to the end!"
Reina's eyes were brimming with tears, but a resilient smile graced her lips, "Tonight, we bid farewell to a true hero and usher in the dawn's light."
The cold wind in the Far North remained as sharp as a knife, seeming to tear the earth and sky apart.
The night grew more intense, thick clouds hung low, obscuring the stars, leaving only endless darkness and frost weaving into a bitter cold night.
An oppressive atmosphere filled the air at the edge of the rift, a suffocating silence brought by the pollution of the earth veins.
