This is the reflection of chaotic rules and collapsing decrees in the sky, a warning signal as the order of multiple realms teeters on the brink of collapse.
Liya sat at the edge of the Crystal Song Plain, in an ancient grove surrounded by strange radiance, her body draped in a soft and holy robe, with its hem gently fluttering in the wind.
She closed her eyes and silently chanted the life rhythm hymns, her entire being emanating a warm and pure Holy Light.
A symbol, shimmering with green and gold hues, appeared on her chest—her mark as the Life Goddess—a connection symbol of the World Tree's roots.
She slowly extended her hands; from her palms surged soft energy like ripples, akin to a gentle breeze brushing over a lake, yet seeming to harbour profound power that could shake the very soul of the world.
