Everyone had despaired and given up, thinking everything was now over. However, Giant Fist had lit the first torch, followed by Mua Janya and Salem Yohan; then the fire they ignited grew into blazing flames. One by one, heroes and natives willingly offered themselves to the flames for the bright future they dreamed of. At the end of despair came light, and a figure gradually appeared into view.

“Goddess Shahnaz…” Hawa kneeled in front of the altar and hung her head low. Everyone immediately thought it was dazzling sight. From behind the source of scattering streams of light was a faint halo, making it difficult to see. They couldn’t see the goddess, however, they knew she was there. The Shahnaz tribe called her the Queen of Conquest. With war as her foremost companion, she was the first to succeed in uniting Liber. Acknowledged for her feat, a girl from a small minority group soon became an empress who ruled over the entire continent, and after her death, she was worshiped as a god. That might be the reason why crude effigies made after her liking were often covered in symbols of war. 

On top of her flowing light indigo hair, she wore a circlet with gold feathers on both sides. She was holding a spear gleaming silverish light with one hand, and a shield engraved with wings with the other. Her plate armor appeared to be made with threaded metal rings and iron wires, and she wore a Valkyrie skirt that went down to her ankles. Goddess Shahnaz had finally descended upon the Middle World!

Shahnaz glanced at the group of people looking dazedly at her. Then she looked down at the pile of dead bodies lying near the altar and sighed, seemingly having figured out what had taken place before her arrival. For some reason, she...