Dark golden dust slowly falls like snow.
The dragon corpse that once obscured the sky has vanished, the vast creature dissolving rapidly, leaving only a large expanse of ash.
A faint warmth lingers in the air, yet no trace of the dragon's aura can be felt.
Louis stands at the center of the ruins.
At the moment the last piece of dark golden dust lands, a phantom figure gradually emerges in front of him.
The figure is incomplete, its silhouette seeming to have been repeatedly eroded by time, barely maintaining a human shape.
Louis raises his head and sees the face clearly.
He recognizes the face.
It is the face of the Grand Mage Noken who once, long ago, in the Primordial Land, implanted the Primordial Heart into his mind, known perhaps by another identity as Lin Ze.
But now, he is no longer the elegant and composed steward.
That body has been dead for many years, with what stands before him, a forcibly severed remnant of a soul.
