Elaria Novelle—she is the Saintess of the Luminous Church, a church devoted to the worship of the God of Light and the Sun, Luminous.
With a petite stature and flowing white hair of unmatched beauty, she was ordained as the Saintess at a young age, rumored to be blessed by the God of Light himself.
Upon her birth, a gentle holy radiance filled the world, and angelic trumpets resounded in the heavens as if celebrating the arrival of a pure and sacred soul.
Now, Elaria has reached the age of 18, the perfect age to enroll in the continent's most prestigious institution, the Aurionis Academy.
Spring marks the season for enrollment and the beginning of a new semester at Aurionis Academy, and tomorrow is the day Elaria will leave the church for the academy.
"Saintess, tomorrow is your day of departure. Please, I urge you to rest early tonight," said one of her escorts.
"Of course. I will rest once I have finished this," Elaria replied from within the Sanctuary.
The Sanctuary is the sacred place where the God of Light, Luminous, descended upon the world. Since that day, his followers built a grand church, naming the site of his descent the Sanctuary.
Elaria knelt before the statue of Luminous, her head lifted to behold the divine and majestic visage of the God of Light.
Moonlight streamed gently through the windows, casting an ethereal glow on the statue, making it appear as if it were a masterpiece of celestial creation.
Elaria prayed silently in her heart:
"Oh, God of Light Luminous, your humble servant thanks you for the grace and blessings you bestow every day. Your will spreads across the lands of Arma, illuminating countless beings..."
Until suddenly—
A radiant light enveloped her consciousness, lifting her spirit from her body.
Time itself seemed to freeze in Elaria's perception.
She found herself surrounded by dazzling light.
A magnificent scroll descended from the heavens, unfurling itself before her as if inviting her to read its contents.
"This… This is an Oracle! The God of Light has sent his divine decree!"
Elaria cried out in delight, for this was the first time in her life as a Saintess that she had received a revelation from the God she so devoutly worshiped.
The light from the Oracle began to coalesce into runes—the language of the divine.
Elaria read them one by one, piecing together their meaning:
"A Hero from another world shall soon arrive. He will aid you in saving this world. Hmm?"
She was taken aback by the phrase "from another world."
"Hmm... Almighty Luminous, does this world not already have its own heroes?"
A flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Suddenly, a pure white light once again engulfed her consciousness, whisking her away to what appeared to be a vision of the future.
Elaria found herself awake in a horrifying scene—a future that her God wished to show her.
She looked around, only to be shocked by the devastation surrounding her.
The once-sacred Sanctuary lay in ruins.
Elaria rushed outside, and the sight that greeted her was one of nightmares.
Flames blazed uncontrollably, smoke blackened the sky, and mountains of corpses littered the ground. Refugees wailed in despair, while Abyssal creatures roamed freely, slaughtering knights and civilians alike.
This was an apocalypse—a vision of the end of the world.
She raised her staff, ready to cast a spell to help.
But as she released her magic, the energy passed through everyone and everything, as if they were mere phantoms.
She realized the truth and fell to her knees, overwhelmed by her helplessness.
"So… This is how it all ends."
Elaria looked at her pale, distraught reflection in a river of blood.
"Seriously? I just got here, and everything's already in shambles?"
Her gaze shot upward as she noticed a figure descending.
A man with long blue hair, dressed in an elegant purple robe, floated gracefully, his dark purple wings thick and mesmerizing.
His presence was utterly otherworldly.
Above him, a portal hung in the sky, radiating mana, holy energy, and other mysterious forces.
The portal followed behind him as he moved.
BOOM!
A massive shockwave blurred the battlefield in a cloud of dust.
The man moved swiftly, his sword slicing through hundreds of Abyssal creatures in a single sweep.
At his display of power, the Templar Knights snapped out of their despair, raising their weapons with newfound determination.
"Attack them!"
"Show those vile creatures the might of the God of Light!"
"Luminous blesses us all!"
"Annihilate those fiends!"
"Hurry! Cast a buff on me!"
The battlefield roared with the cries of war. Soldiers, knights, priests, and even ordinary civilians rose to fight for their survival.
"This…"
Elaria was speechless as she observed the mysterious man.
She began to piece together his identity—he was the Hero from another world, the one she had been destined to summon.
With every swing of his sword, a wave of energy followed, obliterating enemies in his path.
He moved like a war commander, rallying the shattered morale of the troops around him with shouts of encouragement.
Elaria found herself captivated by his presence—his sheer perfection and handsomeness.
Her heart raced.
Her vision faded once more.
When she awoke, she was back in the present.
As one of the Templar Knights urged her to rest, the magnificent Oracle descended into her hands.
"This! An Oracle! The Saintess has received an Oracle! The God's prophecy has arrived! Quickly, summon the Pope and the Cardinals!"
The knight, understanding the significance of the event, shouted for the church's leaders.
Elaria stood, exiting the Sanctuary to proclaim the contents of the divine decree.
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Meanwhile...
"…Is it just me, or is this dimensional tunnel way too cramped?"
[Perhaps the materials and magic energy provided weren't sufficient?]
It took Arov a long time to finally reach the other end of the dimensional tunnel.
A blinding light pierced through the Sanctuary as Arov emerged.
The light halted in the sky, and Arov quickly unfurled the wings on his back, disguising them as beautiful blue feathers to blend in.
He reduced his descent speed with his wings and landed gracefully in a perfect hero pose.
'Damn, I might seriously consider joining the MCU someday.'
He adjusted his posture and folded his wings behind him.
Due to the overwhelming radiance earlier, he had to take a moment to adjust his vision.
"Welcome, Hero from another world. We apologize for not preparing a grander reception due to the limited time. I hope you do not mind, Hero of another world?"
Arov turned his attention to the soft, melodious voice that seemed to caress his ears.
Of course, as the Bearer of Fortune, being greeted by a beautiful woman was almost obligatory.
"Umm… Hero?"
Arov stared at her.
The Saintess returned his gaze.
An awkward silence lingered for a while until the Saintess finally spoke.
"Umm… Please don't look at me like that… You're making me feel shy."
Elaria covered her flushed face.
Meanwhile, in her mind:
"Kyaaa!!!"
"He looks even more handsome up close!"
"He's tall, dashing, with sharp eyes, a defined nose, long lashes, enchanting eyes, and such a chiseled jawline. I can even feel his muscles without touching him..."
Her heart pounded furiously.
Unbeknownst to her, Arov was actually confused, as he couldn't understand the language she was speaking.
He tilted his head, signaling that he didn't comprehend her words.
Flustered, Elaria quickly cast a spell with her staff.
"Lexum Tardis Vorthun Ashel."
A mesmerizing, colorless magic circle formed in her palm, containing symbols (⊶⦿⟊ ⋔⧬⟡ ⨘⨆⧂). Arov tried deciphering them.
As the spell entered his mind, he began to understand it.
Breaking down each symbol, he deduced their meanings:
(⊶⦿⟊ = "Sai-Lon-Ar", representing the output, core, and refinement of magic. Meaning: Magic.)
(⋔⧬⟡ = "Tra-Lem-Na", representing a bridge of understanding, chaos transformed into meaning, and alignment. Meaning: Translation.)
(⨘⨆⧂ = "Ka-Le-M", representing sound, expansion of meaning, and harmony in communication. Meaning: Basic.)
He analyzed and internalized the runes one by one.
Raising his hand, Arov spoke a single word:
"Interpreter."
A unique, radiant purple magic circle formed in the air.
The divine runes unraveled, fading one by one into nothingness.
Now, Arov could cast the spell without needing a magic circle.
"How… How is this possible!?"
Elaria exclaimed.
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