Compared to the extraordinary figures throughout history, she seemed immature and ordinary, helpless in the face of the apocalypse.
"As long as one plan can succeed, this world can be saved." Yemengade comforted her gently, using her foot to nudge the crimson waves lapping at her feet.
Crystalline droplets danced through the air, reflecting an unfamiliar library and unfamiliar faces.
What had happened?
"Be careful." The Goddess of Salvation drew her holy sword, swiftly shielding Yemengade behind her. Her amber eyes scrutinized the strange library, surrounded by layer upon layer of bookshelves like the walls of a maze. From the ceiling hung a glowing full moon and swirling constellations.
But what stood out the most was the group of four women in the center of the library. Among them, three had white hair, representing the stages of a young girl, a maiden, and a mature woman.
