The temple ruins glowed soft gold under moonlight, like the world itself was breathing relief.
Elena stood shaky in the shattered crystal bed chamber, legs weak from fifteen years trapped in curse sleep. Clara held her tight, tears mixing joy, holy spear forgotten on the floor. Haru watched from the doorway, celestial aura wrapping protective—partners vibe strong, giving sisters space.
But something shifted.
Elena's eyes snapped open wider—pupils flashing pure white fire. Her golden hair lifted weightless, strands glowing like sunrise threads. The air hummed holy hot—light reversing around her, wounds on nearby survivors healing instant.
Clara pulled back shocked. "Elena… your aura…"
Elena looked hands—palms igniting soft divine flames, not burning, but warm fierce. "I… felt everything. The curse wasn't just sleep. It linked me to the gods' power—the same seal that broke."
Flashback expanded deep—Elena's curse years unfolding vivid.
Fifteen years trapped. Body frozen, but mind awake—divine curse tool to punish Serenastra. She saw through fog: Gods using her as battery, siphoning holy energy to patch seal leaks. Pain endless, but she fought silent—prayers turning rebellion whispers.
When Arena battles raged, she felt Clara's spear thrusts—each clash sending hope sparks. When gods weakened, curse chains cracked. When rebellion united, flames ignited inside her—stolen divine essence returning twisted good.
Final surge: Void Eater fall—gods crumbling—she absorbed scattered holy power, curse reversing into awakening.
Back present.
Elena raised hand slow—divine flames blooming gentle phoenix wings behind her. Not illusion—real, warm, healing.
"I… have their light now. But mine."
Haru grinned big. "Welcome to the club, legend."
Clara tears laugh. "You're… like Christine, but holy version?"
Elena smiled soft, voice stronger. "Sanctum Phoenix. That's what it feels."
She tested—wings spread mythic, flames reversing old temple scars—stone rebuilding smooth, flowers blooming winter ground.
Survivors outside gasped—Core Rebels kneeling awe, Sky Healers circling winds protective.
Elena floated up graceful—new powers expanding cool.
First: Sanctum Rebirth Flames—touch healed deep, reversing death edges if fast enough.
Second: Divine Reversal Domain—area around her flipped curses to blessings, pain to power.
Third: Phoenix Guardian Burst—flames shielded allies, burning threats holy.
She demonstrated soft—flames wrapping Clara gentle, boosting her spear gold-white.
Clara thrust test—light exploded brighter, reversing air into healing wave.
"Sis… you're badass."
Elena laughed real—first time in years. "Had good teacher."
Haru stepped in, celestial dragon arms syncing flames. "Let's see combo."
They sparred light—Haru golden punch, Elena flame reversal—impact blooming rainbow nova, no damage, just beauty.
Survivors cheered legendary—auras linking celebration.
Dynamic alliances felt ripple—Healing Spear now supercharged, holy types flocking join.
Elena landed soft, wings folding. "I slept through war… but awake for peace."
Clara hugged fierce. "And family."
Haru arm around both—partners plus one. "Gods thought curse you. Joke's on them—you're the upgrade."
Night sky cleared—stars mythic bright, no divine eyes.
Elena looked up tears joy. "Free world… let's keep it that way."
New legend born—not sacrifice, but awakening.