Late at night, in the Elf Palace.
Morgan held the magic wand and sat solemnly on the throne cast in silver and iron. The Divinity within her flowed through the crown-like array formed by thirteen Holy Lances around her, into the earth veins beneath her feet and the starry sky above, to mend the terrifying scars that tore through the Celtic God Era World during a Divine War.
It is unclear how much time had passed, but the lament of all things slightly subsided.
Morgan slowly opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to rise and return to her chamber for rest, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure unexpectedly in the courtyard below.
"You actually dare to come back!"
With a shout of anger, the Queen on the throne suddenly stood up, and the magic wand in her hand transformed into a Holy Lance, pointing fiercely at the unexpected guest in front of her.
