"Later, the Federation internally accumulated many problems, such as class solidification and corruption. Such circumstances gave rise to another great Songstress, Emuralin."

"In the end, she sacrificed herself to purge the entire Federation, allowing the nation, which was on the verge of collapse at the time, to once again reach glory and enter a period of revival lasting over a century."

"After that, over four hundred years passed, which is the era when I was born. As you guessed, I am not an original inhabitant of this planet but a visitor from the Rose Federation."

After saying this, Tilan turned again, shifting her gaze from the outside of the window to the people present.

"Now, the fleet to take me back is already on the way. I probably won't be able to come here for a long time. Currently, the Rose Federation is not friendly towards the newborn races of the Fifth Epoch."

"Fortunately, I currently have the ability to slightly influence them, so that fleet will not indiscriminately cleanse the entire planet. But what happens beyond that is out of my control."

"The best outcome is for you to preserve your lives. This place would become a special control area, and you would likely be required to control population growth, unable to reproduce without limits."

"The bad outcome..." Tilan paused, shaking her head.

"I will do my best to prevent it, but ultimately, how it turns out will depend on your conduct. I hope you can live as peacefully as possible and refrain from conflict."

"This is all I can do." She sighed slightly, realizing that even as a Sunshine-level Songstress, she cannot fully determine this planet's fate.

The wounds left by the Fifth Epoch are not so easily healed, and the current Federation is somewhat turbulent, lacking a strong will to steer the entire ship.

After listening to the silver-haired girl's story, many present slowly knelt down, both grateful for her salvation—otherwise, many of them would have died under the scorching sun—and pleading for her protection.

Though they still didn't know what status this girl held in the Rose Federation, her demonstrated strength showed she was no small figure wherever she was, but the only great person they could currently reach.

In response to the silent pleas of those present, Tilan only shook her head slightly, neither refusing nor agreeing.

At this moment, on a distant, shattered southern island, a weary figure staggered and fell from the sky, landing in the jungle on the island.

"Ugh, Loloria is out of power." As a mechanical body, the girl was currently a bit disheveled, with her clothes and hair soaked by seawater and numerous scratches on her body.

"Where is this, and when will Tilan pick me up, ugh." Having barely recovered from the chaos of the seabed, bursting out only to encounter the fierce storm during the struggle between the Sun and Moon, she spun countless times in the tempest before finally breaking free.

These actions greatly depleted her stored energy, making it difficult even to maintain high-speed flight, leaving her to make an emergency landing and rest on this desolate island.

Several days later, a grand fleet stood on the outskirts of the planet, their massive numbers visible to the naked eye, and their seemingly invincible formidable starships left the races on the ground anxious and uneasy, praying for the other's compassion and tolerance.

Inside the Titan Flagship, after detailed examinations, Tilan and Ores walked into the spacious central hall, where they met the Marshal General leading the Fourth Fleet and a congregation of priests from the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral.

Originally, finding Hexia had already surprised many, and seeing Ores led by Tilan, many were utterly shocked.

"Is this really Miss Ores?" Several priests couldn't help but step forward, knowing that after Blanchi rose to the Solar Crowns, Ores was the one most favored to be the next generation's Sun Songstress.

"Yes, but Ores was severely injured in that battle and doesn't remember many past events." Tilan spoke with a tinge of regret and melancholy.

"It's okay; the Federation has the best doctors. Just surviving here in the Ores Temple is already rare luck." Someone spoke up.

Subsequently, Tilan and the others passed through the hall and entered a small meeting room inside, sitting in the central seats to recount her years of life on this planet.

Slowly, everyone immersed themselves in her narration, her gentle voice like the recitation of ancient poetry, carrying a magical allure that inspired longing.

Long after, when Tilan finished narrating the planet's origins and the Mechanical Council's past, everyone was still somewhat reluctant for it to end.

All present were born in the Rose Federation, and the stories of the Fifth Epoch were mostly known from books and history; they had little real imagery or detailed understanding. Listening to Tilan's detailed narration was inevitably mesmerizing. This was, of course, the Talent Ability of a Songstress at work, capable of conveying scenarios and emotions in a way ordinary people couldn't fully communicate.

When Tilan finished discussing these matters, it was time to discuss how to handle the residual newborn races on the planet.

"We've already reported the situation to the Council and the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral, and will await orders." The priests present expressed.

In fact, the fleet could directly fire to cleanse the planet if it wasn't for Tilan being on it; they most likely would have done so.

But now, after this young girl told so much, even without directly speaking, her conveyance of compassion as a Songstress was not lost on those present. Hence, they didn't act directly but sought higher direction.