Mira often reminisced about the time she had spent with Anos.
Though, compared to her long life, it was unimaginably brief.
As if a huge cloud had crossed the sky, the sun briefly departing from the clouds, taking away all dreams with it.
On the sky of her soul, only dark clouds remained, a beautiful opera that turned to nothingness as the curtain fell.
Mira stared intently at Anos.
"Anos, is this really what you wanted?!"
On the long stairway, Anos looked at her expressionlessly,
"Mira, I even begged God not to let this happen.
But you still stood against me.
Now I tell you once more, this is all my will, you should leave."
Mira was unmoved by Anos's advice.
She stepped forward, carrying the Light Blade and Thunder Spear, her wings flapping as she soared away.
