Free City State, City of Dawn.
In the great hall of the central Tower, fifty "lucky ones" from various cities and tribes stood in a row, their faces lit with excitement and anticipation.
Some of them were in their twenties, others only eight or nine years old, but most were in their teens.
Transcendent soldiers clad in elf gear lined both sides of the hall, holding their long swords high, with heads held proudly erect.
In the center of the hall, on the prominent stage that attracted everyone's attention.
There stood Charlotte, dressed in a resplendent robe.
She still bore the nearly adult appearance, with silver hair and crimson eyes, tall in stature, a pale golden glow swirling within her pupils, with crimson Divine Power enveloping her.
She gently lifted both hands, and the light of Divine Power burst forth suddenly; the next moment... a crimson mist shrouded the entire hall.
