The third day of the World's Singers competition.
Norland National Theater.
Herolia gently sang the final note of her song. When her singing ended, she opened her eyes and saw that the audiences were all giving her a standing ovation.
Her gaze swept past the audience seats to where Bishop Darco and Vulture were. Seated next to Vulture was a templar legion commander. After hearing Herolia's sung performance, that old legion commander's ice-cold expression relaxed somewhat.
"Thank you, everyone."
Herolia took a glance at the nearly thirty-thousand votes on the projection behind her. With a smile of excitement and bliss, she turned to the audience and the cameras to gently bow her body.
