The sky above the Aurora Palace shimmered with hues of gold and emerald, painting an otherworldly glow across the kingdom. The sacred light Shellia had released moments ago had spread far beyond the palace walls, reaching the heart of the capital and even the distant villages that rested beneath the mountains.
At first, the people thought it was simply the sunlight reflecting strangely through the morning mist. But as the air began to hum — soft, resonant, and warm — they realized something divine was at work.
A merchant dropped the basket he was carrying, eyes widening as beams of light streamed down the cobblestone streets. The flowers on his stall, wilted from the recent corruption haze, began to bloom once more — bright, full, and fragrant.
"The corruption… it's gone…" a woman whispered, clutching her child close as a gentle breeze brushed past her cheeks. The tainted air that once felt heavy and suffocating now carried the scent of fresh rain and wild lilies.
