Meylin sat high in the sky above the core of the Ouroboros Stronghold.
Her eyes were closed, and her breathing remained slow and steady. Starlight flames surrounded her figure, rising in gentle waves before taking the shape of an enormous lotus flower. Each petal shimmered with silver-blue radiance, while streams of golden light flowed between them like rivers.
Those golden streams carried the power of the Flow.
At the center of the lotus sat Meylin, her hair drifting around her as if she were submerged beneath an invisible ocean. The Flame of Hope overflowed from her body, growing stronger with every passing second. Its radiance spread through the sky, descended across the Ouroboros Stronghold, and reached every warrior stationed within its walls.
The warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe Alliance felt the flame wash over their minds and souls. Their fear faded. Their worries weakened. The exhaustion that had accumulated after months of war disappeared.
