They danced and spun, filling the entire world.
As if... welcoming the return of a great existence...
On the city walls, the Elf Guardians widened their eyes, looking at the miraculous sight before them in shock.
In the city, window after window opened, and astonished figures peeked out.
The Old Elf Gando knelt on the ground, gazing at the flurrying light particles, his eyes already dull.
The anger on his face had long vanished, replaced by an unprecedented shock.
"This... this is..."
He murmured with a trembling voice, slightly extending his hands towards the swarming light particles, his vision somewhat blurred.
The radiance fell gently along with the dancing light particles, dreamlike and fantastical.
The mist pervading the city quickly dissipated.
An ethereal hymn slowly rose, sacred and otherworldly.
The golden phantom wielding a longsword above the city gradually changed, eventually coalescing into a somewhat ethereal and beautiful figure.
