The surroundings brightened up as a dazzling smile of relief erupted from Ophelia.
She didn't ask how, nor did she even question if the words were true or not! She simply felt a massive weight of guilt and weakness lifted off her shoulders as she felt complicit when she watched Theseus and the others carried by the light of the Pylon of Ascension not too long ago!
Beings that she could've crushed with her mere fingers as due to being bound by duty and loyalty to the Will of the Ancestors…she did not do so.
So, how was it any different now?
Why did she stand before the True Emperor of Quintessence that had gone against the Will of the Ancestors with a smile?!
This was an answer that only she knew as she refocused on the dignified and cold figure of the Emperor before her as a voice of nobility and grace emerged from her.
