This is the torch.
Quietly sleeping in the darkness for thousands of years, weak light like a touch of dawn in the abyss. A goddess extends her hand, warm and soft, smiling as she guides her children forward. Everyone is utterly shocked by this scene, unable to speak for a long time, even Brand is no exception.
"Lord Marsha…" murmured Qian, Funiya, and Mephisto in a trance.
She has never given up on her children, like the flame that remains resilient amidst erosion, burning through the darkness until her children arrive here once more. It is a lighthouse, emitting gentle yet great strength, penetrating hearts.
