Sylvia opens her eyes to a familiar sensation.

Something that has been there since she was reborn as the elven princess. From the bottom of her heart to the strands of her hair, across every fiber of her body—a deeply intertwined set of divinity.

''...Eva?''

Sylvia's consciousness snaps awake.

In the dim, enclosed space, her senses gradually recover. A surge of energy so potent, almost miraculous, flows in her veins. As she marvels at the work someone has obviously done for her, a gentle hand taps her shoulder,

''You're up, Hanako.''

''Luna...''

Seeing a face she remembers, Sylvia finally regains a much-needed sense of reality, ''What situation are we currently in?'' She asks.

''You must have been dazed for a while.'' Lunaris tentatively replies, pulling the girl into her embrace. ''Raeliana and Emilia brought back spoils from their place. Some divinity fragments—they're in your body now.''

''I see...''

Resting her cheek against the goddess's shoulder, Sylvia glances at the numerous screens nearby, ones plainly showing the vast battlefields. The girl's eyes dart around incessantly, her mind taking quick notes.

''...Wait, are they fighting the demon king?!'' Sylvia's attention stops on the foremost tab. ''I need to help—''

''Calm down.''

Facing the elven princess's questioning gaze, Lunaris softly smiles, ''Believe in them. Look, they won't lose to the likes of that.''

''...''

Although the menacing mesh of corruption seems extremely dangerous through the members' perspectives, somehow, it also looks... desperate. Moreover, the moment Sylvia sees the exhilarating expressions on her companions' faces, her anxious heart instantly cools down.

'Right. If it's them, then...'

Besides, since they have made a promise—a promise of victory and a safe return, Sylvia trusts they wouldn't break them.

''Now then, you have to be prepared for the final fight,'' Lunaris interjects, pulling her lover back to reality. ''Hanako, get up and get ready. I'll guide you through everything.''

''Okay!''

Brimming with vigor, Sylvia springs to her feet and begins to warm up. Then, following Lunaris's instructions, she does a final checkup of her running divinity. 

After the results show a smooth circulation, she opens her space inventory for an arsenal check. 

''Sariel took some ammunition from your bag. Count them properly, Hanako.''

''Alright.''

While Sylvia runs through the countless pieces of artillery in her storage, Lunaris finishes verifying the final recording device given to her by Sariel. It is the most durable and well-made one among the bunch, reserved for the star of the show—Sylvia herself.

Both are ready at around the same time.

''Stand still. I'll put it on for you.''

Sylvia's mind briefly wanders out the window as the pendant is secured onto her chest. Once everything is ready, she must make haste and come to her—to Eva's side.

''Wait.''

''?''

Cupping the dreaming elf's face and turning it toward her, Lunaris shoots a resolute gaze, ''Hanako, Eva has been fighting for this planet all her life. Unlike me, she's an incredibly strong person. I can't help but admire her for that... but everyone needs help at some point. So, Hanako...''

''I know. I'll give it my all.''

''And...''

Closing in, Lunaris unhesitatingly plants a kiss on Sylvia's lips, locking their position for some moments, ''I love you.'' She says, ''I will give you my most sincere blessing. Please come back safely, my dear Hanako.''

''...Mhm.''

A gentle aura surrounds the elven princess—something elegant and celestial, akin to stars themselves. She feels as though it carries the goddess's most faithful wish.

Keeping it near her heart, Sylvia gallantly departs from the vehicle.

Rising to the sky, she lets the cool evening wind flutter her hair, a never-before-seen fighting spirit arising. Tonight, the moon is bright, with countless stars illuminating the land.

Under their watch, Sylvia swears to herself a determination for victory.

'Now then...!'

Blazing through the sky as though a comet, trailing across the battlefield's remains, she witnesses countless efforts. From the ordinary soldiers keeping the siege alive with guns in their hands, from every commander and captain who exerts themselves constantly, to each and every fighter, old or young, retired or active, who has volunteered for this mission.

Sylvia wishes them luck.

As she approaches the rubble of what was once the demon king's castle, a tense fight is still ongoing. Her partners, one after another, launch relentless attacks, raining everything they have onto the enemy, yet the retaliation is never weak.

Clutching her worrying heart, Sylvia sends a divinity-clad bullet straight down, accompanied by a loud punch from her Desert Eagle, piercing a massive hole in the demon king's body. The mesh of corruption staggers for a moment, during which all five members instinctively turn to the sky.

'You can do it!'

Sylvia mouths.

The reception is a touch of delighted surprise... and a whole lot of support. Receiving their encouragement, Sylvia's body surges with power. Following her link with the goddess, Eva, the elven princess speeds up.

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''Hah... hah...''

Atop the soaring waves, two figures fiercely oppose one another.

Eva's breaths are ragged.

How long has it been since she felt like this?

Numbed arms, aching fingers, and most of all... an intensely racing heart. This state was once considered 'a thrill of battles' by none other than Eva herself.

Yet, with her dwindling domain, Eva feels nothing but a sense of despair.

On the other side, although not unscathed by any means, Eve remains considerably calm. Essences of chaos swirl in her hands, their flickering reflections on the face of water bright as stars.

''...Sister, why won't you understand me?''

''...''

''Answer me.''

Eva takes a deep breath, then once again raises her sword, ''There is no understanding between us.'' She snorts, ''Either you die by my hands... or I will by yours.''

''Sister...''

As Eve's voice trembles, her power runs rampant. The already violent waves become even more chaotic under its influence.

The sky turns a ghastly purple, and darkness shrouds everything in sight. Still, within that darkness, one ray of golden light rips through it all—it is the shine of Eva's sword.

'Just like how they never give up on hope...'

She never will.

Even if what awaits her at the end of the road is a painful death, Eva believes in herself and her companions. If it's that girl, Sylvia... she will surely bring forth a satisfying conclusion to this adored continent.

Even if Eva herself couldn't be there to witness that ending for herself.

A wry smile blooms on the goddess's face.

Clutching her sword tightly, Eva feels the flame in her heart burn brighter than ever.

''?!''

At that moment, a streak of golden light rips through the thick mist. Its trail remains vivid in the air for a long time, imprinting another color to this bleak place.

Soon after, a clumsy figure breaks in, yet a refreshing face, at least for Eva.

''Sorry! I'm late!''

''Sylvia...!''

To the stunned goddess, Sylvia shares a merry hug. If that doesn't bring her back to reality, then... a kiss!

''Let's fight together, Eva!''