"Did the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral inform us about the situation with this other Divine Crown?" Marshal Weiss, the commander-in-chief, stood up, his eyes fixed on the silver coronet.

"No, but there are many accompanying priests in the fleet who should know." An officer quickly answered.

At that moment, many personnel on the bridge turned their eyes to the other side, where stood hundreds of High Rank priests in white robes adorned with golden leaves. They were sworn to uphold the will of Isenisha and were also those in the Federation tasked with confronting the Black Sun and assisting the Songstresses.

"That should be..." An elderly High Rank priest looked at the resplendent Moon Crown, disbelief in his eyes.

"Magnify the figure within that Moon Crown, quickly!" At his urging, everyone soon saw the vague silhouette of a young girl on the enormous screen.

As they made out her appearance, she seemed to notice as well, nodding slightly toward the camera.

"So you have come." Her voice, clear and somewhat familiar, resonated in the consciousness of the officers throughout the bridge.

This extraordinary scene left the generals and soldiers present in utter shock. Even though many had some mental preparation upon departure, they were still rendered speechless by the tempestuous waves in their hearts at this moment.

"That is Songstress Hexia Tilan. How can she be here, and she's even raised the Moon Crown, could it be..." The crowd speculated without conclusion.

In truth, the abilities of the Songstresses and the Black Sun ultimately lead to the same path. If they choose to fall, they may even become more powerful than ordinary Black Suns.

"No, she has not fallen. That remains an expression of the Songstress's power, except her talent is so terrifying that she could condense and raise a crown merely with the scant life consciousness on this planet." Finally, the priests of the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral gave their judgment, allowing the generals present to breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, they realized something; if Hexia could gather a crown relying solely on such sparse and scattered intelligent beings on this planet, what of her true strength... Thinking of this, another wave surged in their hearts, impossible to calm.

Today, they are likely to witness a historical transformation, as the Federation's third Color-level Songstress is about to be born. Her emergence signifies a significant change for the entire Federation.

With this thought, even Marshal Weiss, usually calm and composed, found his fingers trembling slightly. He gripped the chair beside him, his steely fingers embedding themselves into it, trying to soothe his internal turmoil.

After a long time, he took a deep breath.

"Commence, take down that Black Sun in the sky."

"Yes, sir!"

Then the entire fleet, with countless magnificent battleships, began aiming the main cannons at the Solar Crown far outside the planet, and the central main cannon started charging...

In the space beyond the Lost Planet, Celestia stood within the splendid Solar Crown, her gaze unexpectedly observing the distant space where the hostile sea of warships gathered, their gradually charging main cannon emanating a threat that affected the entire Stellar System. If they focused fire, they could potentially pierce the entire planet.

Facing the meticulously arrayed and menacing fleet, even Celestia felt an instinctive fear, an indelible terror of death, despite having become Divine.

She tried to reposition herself to avoid the gradually illuminating main cannons of the battleships, but as a Fourth Fleet executing the Godslaying order, they had their prearrangements.

Six transparent yet dark red Light Spears fired first, piercing the vicinity of the blazing Solar Crown in an instant. Such an attack wasn't enough to kill the ascended Solar Crown but the resultant spatial turbulence caused by the ruptures distorted the space, making it difficult for Celestia to move swiftly.

Seeing herself unable to evade the torrent of light beams from the fleet's main cannons, Celestia once again exerted her all, propelling the Solar Crown, summoning the Stellar System's solar wind to surge at the ship formations.

'Whether you are remnants of the Mechanical Council or some Holy Sun's Favored, none of you can stop me.' She closed her eyes, the golden Circle above her head expanding layer upon layer, sending invisible golden ripples through space, then twisting and condensing to form a larger golden Vortex, continuously absorbing Aijieka Particles, gradually ascending into the Aijieka Sea.

The once invincible solar wind, upon meeting the vast formation of space-faring battleships, did not disturb or destroy as Celestia had expected. Blue protective force fields enveloped the ships, preserving them intact under the solar wind's assault. Subsequently, the central Titan Flagship's main cannon ignited, a dark red Light Spear spanning billions of kilometers, shattering the Solar Crown ascending into the Aijieka Sea, interrupting its process.

Then, the entire fleet formation dazzled with light, the brilliant streams engulfing the Star Sea, skirting the planet's surface, grinding and destroying the golden Sun step by step, until even the core was shattered, submerged in the majestic flow of light.

Minutes later, the illuminating flow that shone over the entire planet dimmed, leaving only fragments of golden flames where the Solar Crown once was.

Such a formidable Black Sun was utterly obliterated in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

Watching the scene at the edge of her vision, Tilan slowly closed her eyes, murmuring with moving lips but ultimately saying nothing.

Feeling a bit of sorrow, regret, and a hint of melancholy.

All that splendor vanishing in a moment, like waking from a great dream.

In the end, she had failed to save Celestia. Perhaps this outcome was destined the moment she raised the Solar Crown.

The Federation would not stand idly by, and even as a Songstress, she could not plead for a Black Sun before the entire Federation's questioning. This was the absolute taboo and non-allowance of the Rose Federation, a severe lesson learned from an era past.

If only there had been time then to converse with Celestia, to tell her that 'the most excellent' or 'perfect' species never existed from the start, and that the so-called most excellent species was not the answer... Alas, truly making her understand this would probably take an immeasurably long time.

A small paper boat crafted in a water basin is delicate and beautiful, but once in a real sea, it shatters upon contact.

The Silver Wings species had been isolated on this planet for too long, totaling only 2-3 billion in number, far from comprehending what the shape of a galaxy civilization consisting of tens of trillions of inhabitants truly is. What is termed 'excellent' there only applies to a single, limited scope and small conditions. For galaxy civilization, the pursuit of unilateral excellence is neither necessary nor correct.

The road forward is always unknown, requiring more perspectives to understand and explore this world.

Greater understanding and greater thought will lead closer to the truth.

Progress achieved at the cost of crushing weakness and diversity is like a tightening cord that would one day lock the future.

Forests with both small birds and moths in their shade are more compelling than an empty sky, as the world is splendid due to its colors and not through uniformity.

An advanced civilization should be like a brilliant long scroll, with more vibrant and lively future possibilities, rather than being constrained by a single evaluation system.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts, and the completeness and perfection of civilization as a whole surpasses the flawlessness of a single individual.