[Lower World.]
[Morgana's Mansion.]
Morgana stood by the expansive wall of her sitting room, the chaos unfolding in the higher realms manifesting as a quiet, determined focus in her eyes. Her long, fiery red hair, swept the highly polished floor.
"It seems he did his job, and his children are here." She murmured.
The descent of the Three Heavens into Josephine was the confirmation she had awaited.
"It's good to know all the sacrifice, the people who died for this, wasn't for nothing."
She placed her hand on the wall. The flawless masonry instantly dissolved, splitting silently to reveal a hidden alcove. Resting within, radiating an intimidating, ancient aura, was a long staff—a legendary, God-rank weapon. Morgana slowly took hold of the staff, feeling the dense, swirling flow of spirit energy pouring from it. The artifact hummed, a deep, resonant pulse that mirrored her own steady heartbeat, finally awake after centuries of dormancy.
