Here, there was no direction, no clear sense of the passage of time, only an ancient, tranquil feeling, full of infinite vitality and possibilities.
At the end of this field of light, Duke's gaze was firmly attracted by a figure.
It was the back of a woman, standing on the horizon of the sea of light.
She didn't appear tall, yet it seemed she was the only real and true center and coordinate in the entire space.
Just this silhouette alone exuded an indescribable beauty and nobility.
It wasn't the beauty derived from appearance or figure, but her very existence conformed to some supreme law of harmony and perfection, the ultimate image of everything positive like light, life, order, and hope condensed together.
Duke's heart seemed to stop beating; he knew what he was seeing.
Even if it wasn't the true form of the Goddess of Light, it was at least the most genuine imprint she left in this plane's faith core.
