The Holy Capital was still as magnificent as it always seemed.
The massive white towers stretching into the heart of the sky, the golden walls covered with divine symbols, and the luminous rivers of mana flowing through the paved streets still created that familiar image of the "center of the world's light."
But this time, for Elisira, everything was different.
When she passed through the city's massive gates, no sense of peace formed in her heart.
Not security, not pride, not the feeling of returning home that she always had. Only a suffocating pressure that slowly weighed down on her shoulders.
After that silent, destroyed forest, after witnessing that battle, after seeing a being that words could not describe... it was clear her mind was in chaos.
This city suddenly seemed smaller than ever.
No matter how much she thought or reasoned with herself, she couldn't figure anything out. Everything was vague and incomprehensible.
