The Sanctuary’s buff effects vanished instantly, and the soldiers’ auras dimmed.
The massive body of the dark giant Di Jia tilted forward slightly as both fists missed their mark, but the dark crimson core on its chest flared brightly, clearly preparing for the next attack, its target fixed on the fallen Roseveth!
At that moment, a swift figure darted between them—it was Lillisa.
Sensing Eileen’s intent, she rushed to her aid.
She gave Eileen a mournful smile, and determination sparkled in her heterochromatic eyes!
With a shout, she faced Di Jia head-on, refusing to dodge, and landed a punch against the giant!
“Crack!”
The heartbreaking sound of metal snapping filled the air.
Lillisa’s arms were forcibly broken! The intricate mechanical structures and magical circuits inside were exposed, crackling dangerously with sparks!
She collapsed heavily to her knees, her legs nearly breaking at the same time, deeply embedding into the soil!
This blow slightly deflected Di Jia’s attack, but still wasn’t enough!!
“Lillisa! Roseveth!!”
Helga’s eyes filled with rage as she desperately gathered her last reserves of magic, unleashing a powerful [Flame Shock] that finally diverted Di Jia’s pursuit.
But the backlash left her coughing up blood and collapsed on the ground, struggling to stand.
Within mere breaths!
Régilive—the Holy Knight, the team’s steadfast shield—was missing, fallen in a pool of blood among the ruins.
Lillisa—the puppet warrior—crippled, legs broken, collapsed on the ground.
Helga—the mage—drained of magic, gravely wounded, lay on the battlefield.
Roseveth—the goddess’ envoy—her divine power exhausted, life hanging by a thread, collapsed before Jélorure.
Eileen—without any combat ability—stood not far away, her entire body icy cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cavern.
The dark giant controlled by Jélorure slowly straightened, its dark crimson “gaze” locking onto the barely breathing Roseveth lying near her feet.
The surviving imperial soldiers were utterly stunned by the relentless blows and the giant’s terrifying divine might; none dared to take a step forward.
A hopeless coldness froze their marrow.
Jélorure’s voice echoed across the deathly silent battlefield, cold and resolute as if pronouncing the end:
“This farce is over. Lost starlight, extinguish now.”
The giant slowly raised one colossal foot, its sole covered in obsidian and entwined with dark crimson runes, carrying the crushing might to stamp down mercilessly on the helpless Roseveth!
Shadow utterly shrouded Roseveth’s pale, serene face.
Eileen stood frozen, her golden pupils dilated in utter terror and despair.
She watched her comrades fall one by one, watched the last hope Roseveth about to be crushed, watched the destructive foot descend…
A bone-chilling powerlessness and despair seared into her soul, like the deepest nightmare swallowing her whole.
‘I can do nothing…’
‘The Miracle Weaver has used up all her strength; the attack cannot be deflected—this is a predestined future…’
The past, she could still change the past, but at which point in time could she alter the present?
Régilive… Lillisa… Helga… Roseveth…
‘Everyone… is going to die…’
Because I… have no strength…
‘I can protect no one… I can only watch their backs.’
‘Fredrica, Veer, the kingdom… the empire… what meaning does all this still hold…’
Just as the giant’s foot was about to crush Roseveth’s body—
At the very brink of Eileen’s spirit being utterly shattered by despair—
A voice thundered in her mind like a cosmic explosion, majestic and vast, as if from the edge of time and space:
Despair? Is this the end you see, me a thousand years in the future?
Power? It has never left! It resides deep within your soul! Within every will you weave miracles!
If you need it, infinite power can be yours!
Remember! Feel it! Embrace it! Then—
Awaken! Me from a thousand years later!
This is my final gift to you!
Memory?
Endymion City, its towering Magic Tower piercing the clouds like a bridge to the starry sea.
The girl sleeping in an endless sea of flowers, smiling with a face identical to her own!
Suddenly, Eileen’s dazed golden eyes burst forth with unprecedented brilliance!
Her consciousness plunged into an infinite sea of dazzling stars formed from pure magical essence and cosmic law!
All her past insights into magic, the very nature of “Miracle Weaving,” and the vast knowledge contained in the Endymion legacy fragments—
Like rivers converging into the sea, instantly understood!
At the same time—
A beam of indescribable brilliance, purity, and vastness tore through the battlefield’s despair and shadow of destruction!
It did not descend from the sky, but erupted fiercely from Eileen’s position—the scorched earth that had witnessed all her helplessness and despair!
The beam shimmered with a prismatic glaze beyond all worldly colors, composed purely of the most fundamental magical laws and the power of creation!
Where it passed, space twisted and tore, emitting agonized wails under the strain!
Within the beam lay supreme power of purification, annihilation, creation, and reconstruction, like the very first light at the dawn of the universe!
This beam, precise and unerring, bore all of Eileen’s rage, sorrow, protective will, and the newly awakened supreme authority, and struck the dark giant’s ankle just as it was about to crush Roseveth!
“BOOM—!!!!!!!!!”
An unimaginable explosion!
The holy prismatic radiance violently clashed with the dark destructive energy, annihilating each other!
The resulting energy storm expanded instantly!
At the giant’s ankle, its once indestructible obsidian body was struck by the beam of cosmic magic, melting, shattering, and dissipating as if an ice cube cast into the sun’s core!
The massive dark giant lost its balance and thundered backward, toppling over!
Dust and chaotic energy flows slowly dispersed.
The deathly silence on the battlefield was replaced by an even deeper shock.
Everyone’s gaze froze on the source of that beam of light—the area bathed in the prismatic radiance—
Eileen Raven, hovering quietly several meters above the ground.
Her silver-gray light armor and deep blue cloak had long vanished.
In their place was an indescribably magnificent, dignified, and mysterious Holy Mage King’s Robe!
Every piece of her equipment was forged from the legendary materials of mythical beasts: the Cyclops, the Fire Phoenix, the Flame Dragon.
The robe’s hem flowed as if alive, revealing the splendid spectacle of billions of stars being born and dying.
In her hands, no staff was held.
Yet her hands hung naturally at her sides, palms facing upward, as if cradling an invisible cosmic authority, fingertips flickering with the primordial runes that form the very foundation of the world!
Each rune’s flicker stirred the elemental tides of the surrounding space!
Her silver hair danced wildly in the surging, almost tangible torrent of magic, like a flowing galaxy!
And those wide-open eyes had transformed into blazing magical flames—liquid gold fused with molten stars—
Vast as the starry sea! Profound as the cosmos! Transcending the mortal realm! Mastering the authority of magic!
She was the legendary woman who had truly touched the pinnacle that mages pray for, reaching the realm of miracles!
This overwhelming magical aura radiated from her like the cosmic Big Bang, materializing into a tsunami of energy that swept across the entire battlefield!
All surviving soldiers, friend and foe alike, were crushed to the ground by this sacred and terrifying pressure, trembling uncontrollably!
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