On the nameless blue star, within the calm and silent stone temple.
Immersed in her thoughts, the plain hem of her dress touched the ground.
Theia was reminiscing about the past, somewhat regretting some decisions from the Second Age.
From the current perspective, the starry sky seemed fraught with frequent wars, but in reality, it was far more stable than now.
If only she could return to the past, things might be different now... Meditating with her eyes closed before the bronze mirror, until suddenly, Theia's eyes snapped open.
Boom—
Without a sound or trace, an immensely intense and overpowering light enveloped the stone temple.
Space rippled, and contradictory laws were excluded... Yet beyond the temple, the light did not leak at all, as if nothing had happened.
At almost the same moment, Demeter, watching from afar, felt a pang of heartache, as if swords were placed upon her neck.
Inside the temple, behind the Mother of Light.
A small golden arrow.
