in a realm bathed in radiant light and filled with an eternal melody of wisdom, there existed a heavenly kingdom inhabited by divine beings. At its center lay an altar surrounded by holy power, where the saint dwelled to bless all living beings.

Those who worshipped and believed in her received fragments of the saint's divine power and protection, hence why she was revered as the "Goddess" - the creator of all things, and the source of holy power and magic.

However, the peace that had endured for countless ages was shattered when, out of nowhere, the "Demon Lord" began a ruthless rampage. An uncontrollable evil spread throughout the kingdom. leading to awar between celestial angels and cursed monsters. Eventually, the Demon Lord surpassed the saint's power and ended her immortal life, plunging the world into chaos and darkness.

Humanity felt doomed, hearing the cries of angels as darkness threatened to engulf everything. Amidst this despair, one human, Fernanda Windward, remained steadfast in her faith in the saint. She believed the Goddess would support her in the fight against the demons. Through her determination, Fernanda was granted additional power despite the saint's demise.

After the war, Fernanda vowed to protect the world with the saint's divine power for the greater good, honored as a heroic warrior. As for the Demon Lord, she vanished after killing the immortal saint, leaving behind only her evil remnants to continue spreading darkness.

"then theres the story of our celestial goddess asteria and our divine hero fernanda"

"woah.. someday i wanna be like her.. fernanda, receiving the holy power and fighting the evil for greater good!"

"oh you're still young..but any choices you make, I'll always be there for you my little sister."

"goodnight Daphne."

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In the peaceful mansion, sunlight filtered through old trees, and birds sang sweetly. Daphne, usually a serene sleeper, bolted upright in her cozy cottage, heart racing as a bad dream shattered her calm morning. Daphne sighed taking her time to catch her breath.

"ah.. thats weird, why did i dream about my sister again."

feeling exhausted, she stands up from her bed with no clear thoughts in her mind. her chest ached softly, a slight sadness can be seen to her expression.

this is the second time this week, its been long since she passed away, why am i starting to have dreams about her again.. "its really odd."

"I'm probably just tired these days." she sighed