[: 3rd POV :]
[: My children, you have suffered for far too long…you have survived a war against countless factions and Apostles, Conquerors and Envoy…and I can no longer bear to see my world in ruins. :]
At the same time, Mika wept.
Her tears did not fall as water, nor light, nor mana, but as grief woven into reality itself.
Within the vast cocoon that cradled her evolving form, Mika's consciousness stretched across the planet she embodied.
She saw everything.
Every shattered city, scorched ocean, mountain split open by divine artillery, she felt the scars etched into her crust like wounds carved into flesh.
She also felt her children.
Their fear when the sky had burned gold.
Their desperation when the heavens declared judgment.
Their stubborn defiance when surrender would have been easier.
And above all, she felt him, Daniel.
The one who stood where no being of this world ever should have been able to stand.
