In the darkness, bursts of light erupted.
The dark world was illuminated by colorful lights.
Ellie Miller saw these lights descend and transform into towering godly beings.
The world opened for the first time in chaos.
Streams of Heavenly Falling Fire came from outsiders, and the godly beings were locked in a bitter struggle...
[Cyric, don't stare blankly!]
[These Desolate Gods are all mad!]
[We must win this battle!]
[Otherwise, the world shall eventually be annihilated!]
Her head... felt like a ball of yarn scrambled by a cat, a tangled mess.
Cyric?
Wait... isn't that the name of the fallen God of Trickery?
Why would someone call her by this name?
Then, Ellie Miller's body moved on its own, her body lunging toward a "Heavenly Falling Fire."
"Ah—!" Ellie Miller let out a brief and urgent scream.
Then, she suddenly sat up, panting heavily.
Her pajamas were stuck to her body with sweat, quite uncomfortable.
She looked around blankly; it was definitely her bedroom.
