Eltuga, the deity of magic, the first and last Holy Mage, had lived through countless epic tales in her long life. But me...
I was just a fleeting moment in her lengthy existence, like a grain of sand in the ocean...
So...
Am I her?
Am I Eltuga?
"I understand your resistance and doubts, after all, everyone is the protagonist of their own world, but you must know, your life was bestowed by me."
Eltuga spoke calmly, "Since it was given by me, it can also be taken back, as the original purpose for which I created you was that grand and beautiful ideal."
"You are merely another personality of mine, I have given you plenty of time to think, this is my respect for your hardships along the way."
"Now, I need to take you back."
"Azalea! Don't give up!" Elias looked anxiously at the person before him, Azalea's subjective emotions were fading, she seemed to have given up.
