She whispered the rhythm of the Holy Song, awakening the initial flame within her, a light that seemed able to pierce all gloom, cloaking her in the strongest armor.
At this moment, inside the command hall of the Northern Fortress.
David quietly stared at the data stream and simulated scenes displayed on the screen. The crimson gold and dusky blue flames on his silver-white armor flickered faintly, and an indescribable unease spread from his chest to his limbs and bones.
He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, his gaze seeming to penetrate the void, seeing the secret behind the struggles of all beings at the abyss's end.
Hilvia sat in front of the altar, gripping the Scepter tightly with both hands. Her entire body was radiant with ice-blue runes, cutting through the spatial barriers like a blade of winter.
Her gaze was sharp as a glacier, yet revealed a trace of worry, "Time is quietly distorting, we must act quickly."
