The night settled over the ruined elven village, but for the first time in decades, it was peaceful.
After the battle, Aevis—now revealed in his true form as the Primordial Dragon—curled atop a grassy hill overlooking the settlement. His silver-white scales glimmered under the moons, each slow breath spreading a calming warmth across the land. Even at rest, he watched everything with half-opened golden eyes, a guardian born from divinity.
Below, the villagers lit small lanterns and placed them around the center of the village. Their voices trembled between awe and gratitude.
Because tonight…
they were preparing their first worship ritual.
The Surge of Faith
Far above, in the Divine Realm, Razeon felt it.
A wave of warm, glowing faith rushed into his core—pure, innocent, and overflowing with hope.
The first true faith of the world.
Divine light circled his throne as notifications appeared one by one:
[Faith Surge Detected]
[Divinity Stabilizing…]
[New Title Unlocked: God of the Forsaken Dawn]
[New Divine Menus Unsealed]
Golden panels expanded around him:
Blessing Menu – Allows minor miracles, healing, divine gifts
Divine Revelation – Allows sending dreams, visions, and messages
Temple Expansion – Allows creation of shrines, altars, and temples through believers
Razeon looked at the world through his godly sight.
The elves were trembling as they prepared the ritual—with the little girl he had saved earlier standing at the center.
"Lyria…" Razeon whispered.
Her faith was brighter than any soul he had ever seen.Lyria Is Chosen
The ritual began with soft chants.
The elves placed flowers, fruits, and glowing crystals before the temporary altar they had made.
But only one voice truly reached the heavens.
A small, trembling prayer.
"O great creator… thank you…
Thank you for saving us.
Please… guide us.
I… I offer myself to your will."
Razeon's divine heart pulsed.
A beam of pure dawn-colored light descended on Lyria.
[A Worthy Vessel Detected]
[Do you choose Lyria as your First Priestess?]
Without hesitation, Razeon spoke:
"I accept her."
The divine realm shook.
The mortal realm trembled.
Light wrapped around Lyria's small, childlike body—lifting her slowly into the air. Gasps echoed through the village as her silhouette grew taller, older, and radiant.
Her small frame expanded gracefully into that of an 18-year-old woman, her body glowing with divine power.
When the light faded…
She stood barefoot upon the altar, transformed.
Her once innocent, childish eyes now shimmered like galaxies—brilliant gold with streaks of white, identical to Razeon's own.
Her long silver-blonde hair flowed like sacred silk, shining under the moon.
A divine voice echoed:
[First Priestess Awakened]
[Lyria has received Divine Traits:]
– Eyes of Revelation
– Blessed Physique
– Voice of the God
And then—
she opened her mouth, and Razeon's will flowed through her naturally, gently, flawlessly.
"I am Lyria… the Priestess of the Forsaken Dawn," she said, her voice filled with divine resonance. "Our God watches us. Our God protects us."
The villagers fell to their knees in reverence.Lyria's Dream – A Meeting with the God
That night, as the village slept under Aevis's protection, Lyria lay on a soft bed the villagers had prepared for her. Her new physique radiated warmth and divine calm.
When her eyes closed, she found herself standing in a vast, starlit expanse.
Before her was a throne bathed in dawn-colored light.
And sitting upon it…
the god who saved her.
"R-Razeon… my lord…" she whispered, overwhelmed.
Razeon smiled gently.
"You are not alone anymore, Lyria. Through you, my voice will reach the world. You will guide them until the dawn returns."
Her heart trembled with devotion.
"I will… I will serve you with my life."
Razeon raised his hand, touching her forehead with a soft glow.
"I ask not for your life… only your faith."
The dream faded with warmth.Dawn Troubles Arrive
The next morning, Aevis remained perched on his hill, wings folded, tail curled lazily behind him. His mere presence kept monsters away.
As Lyria stepped outside—her divine beauty shocking even the elves who had known her since childhood—a shout echoed from the forest edge.
"People! Survivors! Someone's coming!"
A group of ragged elves stumbled into the village.
Dirty, starving, wounded.
"We… we saw the sky glow yesterday… and followed the light… Please… help us…"
They bowed before Lyria unknowingly, sensing her divine aura.
Lyria knelt beside them, her glowing hands healing their wounds instantly.
"Do not fear," she said softly. "The God of the Forsaken Dawn has heard your cries."
The elves burst into tears.The Birth of a Real Sanctuary
Razeon observed from his divine throne.
The village was growing.
Faith was spreading.
Hope was returning.
He whispered:
"This is only the beginning."
A new notification appeared before him:
[Faith Level Increased]
[You may now begin constructing your first Divine Temple through believers.]
[Temple Expansion menu unlocked fully.]
The dawn of a new age had begun.