Outside of the colossal rock formation, the sunlight above wavered.
A sun stream or a few bent unnaturally, twisting into a vortex, and from within emerged a figure.
Alana manifested from sunlight, hovering above like a goddess.
Under the unfiltered sunlight, the Divine Saintes can see all—and since this ancient construct basked in the sun, Rex's presence stood out as plainly as a shadow on snow. She saw him the moment he stepped out of the carriage.
Right now, she has her own orders, a hopeful one.
She rushed to her the moment Rex came to view, making sure that she would not fail.
Everything rested on her assessment, and that responsibility weighed heavily on her back.
No matter what, her decision has to point to a future where the Sun Ecclesia survives and grows.
"Tomb of Heroes… An interesting location to pick."
