After a moment, he opened his eyes again, and his smile grew wider.
"The Lord told me that no matter the outcome of this final chapter, He will give you a special reward," Ulysses said. "Hewinia, the Lord really likes you."
The third repetition.
But Hewinia's expression still showed little fluctuation. After quietly listening to all he said, she asked, "How do we begin?"
"It seems you can't wait either, Hewinia," Ulysses said with a smile, extending his hand. "If you're ready, then like me, grasp that Holy Light."
Hewinia extended her hand as well.
Within that golden Holy Light, an invisible scepter quickly condensed and gathered, falling into Hewinia's palm.
Hewinia slowly gripped the scepter.
Instantly, a peculiar feeling surged up in her heart.
Her perspective was elevating, rising continuously.
Before her was no longer the smiling Ulysses, no longer the Holy Light and the Seven Sounds Temple, but the entire academy, the entire Holy Mountain.
