The clear and brilliant radiance illuminated the pitch-black Void, illuminating the eyes of the Golden Elf as well.
Merely providing light, in actuality, even on the Lost Island, there are many ways to achieve this...
Special fluorescent ores, or perhaps campfires ignited with specially crafted ancient wood, or even Sacred Relics related to Authority, and among the advanced Elf Tribe, Moon Elves possess the bloodline power to summon moonlight.
However —
What was happening before Hathaway's eyes at this moment was entirely different from those previous instances.
It was neither a gift from the deities nor derived from bloodline and Divinity.
Instead, it was the energy devoid of source from the depths of the Astral Realm—
arranged and reformed into a new form in a way unheard and unseen by Golden Elves.
"You are..."
Hathaway slightly turned her body, looking at the youth sitting behind her on the pitch-black mecha.
