Astral Realm.
This is a dark and desolate world, with boundless blackness stretching infinitely.
Only the occasional flicker of starlight serves as the sole source of illumination in this realm.
Suddenly, in a fleeting moment.
In that dark backdrop, one after another, crystalline cracks suddenly appear.
In the next instant, the firmament shatters.
Amid the scattering starlight—
First, the crystal heels.
Then, the dark Gothic dress, and the crown made of dark-red rare metal, encircling her alabaster neck.
The Golden Elf, with her long hair flowing, silently floats at the end of the void.
And in her left eye.
There is a flame, as brilliant as Mithril, mysterious and profound, imbued with an indescribable ancient aura, slowly flickering in her glass-like gaze.
Every time that Silverfire flickers, the surrounding space ripples in response.
Waves radiate out, one after another.
Some ripples are incredibly small, like insignificant ripples in a pond.
