An endless light burst forth from the flowers as the words fell.
These lights shone upon each legendary hero above level twenty-five.
In an instant, the army marshaled outside the crystal wall system vanished without a trace, leaving behind faint lines in the void, outlining the remnants of the flowers.
"Lady Gardener..." Andrew appeared beside Lady Gardener, but he was at a loss for words.
"Saint Andrew." Lady Gardener smiled kindly: "The traces of those flowers remain; if they wish to return, they can do so at any time."
Andrew said nothing upon hearing this; he merely shook his head, sighed, and said, "You needn't have done this... you know, you hold a place in his heart."
Lady Gardener laughed when she heard this, a sweet laugh reminiscent of a girl plucking a beautiful flower: "He loved the little gardener who found him in the woods, fed him, and bandaged his wounds, not me."
"But it's not his past self I love; I love him."
