A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

In the former capital of the White Court Kingdom.

A woman in a tattered long dress stands on the ruins of a city wall that has been destroyed.

The sturdy city walls, under the attack of the golden seed, were more vulnerable than tofu.

Only the few inches of wall beneath the woman's feet remained relatively intact.

Her once fair skin was now covered in dust and blood.

She was the Empress of the White Court Kingdom, the only person who dared to stand on the walls of Snowwind Fortress and confront the Golden Race.

Her name is Dorothea.

But this fearless and proud elven queen was already covered in wounds.

She placed her hands on a sword standing upright in front of her, with the ruins of Snowwind Fortress scattered behind her.

And the corpses of her people.

The once strong body was now not only covered in wounds, but its organs and bones were also shattered.

If it weren't for the silver blood flowing through her veins, which gave her a powerful life force, she would have collapsed at the foot of the city wall long ago due to these injuries.

Even so, she was still in a state where she could collapse at any moment.

Dorothea, who never panted, couldn't help but gasp for breath.

However, the panting didn't last long before it subsided.

Although she looked disheveled, she still exuded a powerful aura, and she was still able to raise her head and look up at the clear sky.

The golden-haired man standing before her vanished, but she did not die in battle.

But was "Ezos, Daughter of Dawn" defeated by Dorothea?

Of course not, and it's impossible.

No matter how powerful Dorothea was among mortals, she was still just a mortal, not a god.

Even if she shed the blood of a demigod, it couldn't change that fact.

"Ezos, Daughter of the Dawn" left on her own, in a panic.

As for the reason why Ezos left in a panic, Dorothea naturally had no way of knowing.

But when she looked down at her ring, she vaguely guessed who all of this was related to.

The sense of destiny on the ring suddenly disappeared at a certain moment.

This means that the world no longer needs any restraining force to ensure stability.

“Breclas...it seems it can only be you,” Dorothea muttered to herself.

Have we found the real world?

Dorothea probably thought that Bray found the real world and then did something.

Otherwise, she couldn't think of any reason why Golden Seed would leave temporarily.

"Cough..." Dorothea coughed violently, spitting out a large amount of congealed blood.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her slender fingers, seemingly unconcerned.

"It's so dirty." The elven queen found the filth on her body even more unbearable than her injuries.

The continuous battles depleted Dorothea's arsenal, which had been collected over countless years.

She struggled to pick up the sword that had kept her from falling and examined it carefully.

This sword is about to break too.

There was no way around it; its opponent was a god, so it was astonishing that it didn't break.

She squinted, gazing into the distance at the waves of "light".

Although the light that had previously crystallized did not disappear, no more crystals were formed.

Importantly, the nothingness disappeared, and the people who had been swallowed up returned.

Dorothea raised her last remaining weapon high on the city wall, her backlit figure appearing incredibly majestic in the eyes of the Snowwind Fortress crowd.

Although it is actually so small, it gives people the feeling of a giant.

The raging storm could not shake the Elf Queen, who had exhausted all her strength, in the slightest.

No, even if Dorothea fought to the death, her corpse was not something that a mere blizzard could shake.

"Cheer!!!!!" Dorothea shouted.

"Tears fall!!!!!" The weapon in her hand gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

The sunlight was much more comfortable than the cold light from Erzos.

Dorothea twitched her ears; she could hear the sound of everyone in Snowwind Keep crying.

They wept and embraced each other.

It was only a little over a day, but it was the darkest time of their lives.

When the gods descended, everyone forgot to breathe.

All schemes and plots, all emotions and desires, are insignificant before God.

The fear from the furthest reaches numbed the hearts of everyone in Snowwind Keep.

Then, not long ago, the golden seed left.

"You can stand up! You don't have to grovel anymore!" Dorothea shouted, sensing the feelings of everyone in the city.

She wasn't as cunning as Bray, but she could still sense people's feelings.

Because the emotion was so intense, the feeling of surviving a catastrophe was so strong that Dorothea could understand it without even turning around.

"Although we will never know when the gods will return."

"But at least at this moment, we are still alive!"

"Although we did not win, we were not defeated either!"

"So be proud, you are my people, my greatest people."

"You are the pride that stands tall on the Northern Continent!"

Perhaps when the next golden seed arrives, they will truly be wiped off the face of the earth.

But that will be next time; this time they survived.

And this means they will have another chance to survive next time.

"Your Majesty Dorothea!!!"

"Your Majesty Dorothea!!!!!!!!!!"

The people of Snowwind Fortress cheered Dorothea's name with tears in their eyes.

Some people helped their compatriots, who had been sleeping forever, to their feet and loudly vented all their emotions.

There was no need for them to continue to be afraid, and the one who relieved them of their fear was undoubtedly Dorothea.

Hearing the cheers of her people, Dorothea simply raised her head silently.

She looked up at the clear sky, a blue sky without a single impurity.

The snow drifted slowly down from above, eventually melting on Dorothea's face.

Her deep gaze kept looking upwards, upwards.

Then she saw a giant dragon sweep across the sky, breaking through the clouds.

"Hmph..." Dorothea's lips curled up slightly.

She saw the dragon clearly, and she also saw who was behind the dragon.

As expected, I was right.

Only Blakelas could pull off something so bizarre.

"Everyone, raise your heads!" Dorothea shouted to everyone in the city.

The tip of her sword pointed directly up to the distant horizon.

“Make sure you see what’s behind that dragon,” she said.

Can you see who's behind the dragon? Dorothea didn't even mention who the person on the dragon's back was.

Who exactly do they want to remember?

Everyone looked up at the sky with puzzled expressions.

"He is a legend that our Bai Ting Kingdom will forever remember!"

"A legend?" The survivors looked at each other in bewilderment.

“That’s right, a ‘legendary’ guy who didn’t rescue us but somehow managed to keep us alive,” Dorothea said with a smile.

It's been a long, long time since I've felt this happy. In the past, lower species relied on safe zones to survive.

Then, the safe zone disappeared.

The world used to be full of vitality.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it became a desolate wasteland.

A man dressed in a priest's black robe leaned against a half-broken table, staring blankly up at the sky.

The house that Beatrix cherished was torn down under the ravages of the concept of the gods.

The basement, which was originally a deep blue color, could hardly be called a basement anymore.

Because when you look up, you see the sky, not bricks and stones.

Fresh air from outside can blow out, even into a broken glass box.

Only the frame of the glass box remained; all the glass had shattered into pieces and fallen to the ground.

The heart that had been protected in the glass case had long since shattered.

The heart stopped beating and cracked like a gemstone.

From the gap, azure light shone.

The color was beautiful, the same color as the sky right now.

Yes, the sky is blue right now.

Father Thun had almost forgotten how long it had been since the sky over the Central Plains had been blue.

Looking at the exceptionally clear sky, the priest couldn't help but smile.

Who is it? Who has given the world a peaceful sky?

The priest almost instinctively thought of a one-eyed adventurer.

“Mr. Bray... he’s a truly remarkable man,” the priest murmured.

As for why I thought of him? Perhaps it's because he did so much for this world.

This is just one small incident among countless others.

This is probably a miracle for everyone.

Father Ketuen knew in his heart that this was a miracle built on hard work.

Without the previous efforts, this miracle might never have had the chance to happen.

"Cough cough..." The priest coughed a few times, but no blood came out.

He had no blood on him, but his life was already as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

To close that "door," to prevent people from being killed in an instant... he sacrificed everything.

In my mind's world, there is only a lonely church left, with no one inside.

There was no one left.

More than a hundred of his kind, who had been with him for a long time, all disappeared, vanished completely from the world.

All they got in return was half a day.