The voice by the ear gently sounded at this moment:
[Under the deep nightfall, the lonely and helpless girl prays to the world for change. And responding to her is you, the one who once promised her. The pumpkin carriage and crystal shoes are unimportant, the prince in the high palace matters not, only you who values her at this moment.]
[You have listened to the fairy tales you narrated, and you have gained the enlightenment of civilization.]
In an instant, the golden light traces on the Ring of Fate even dispelled the "hand" extended by the God of Night. Most of the dark hall was illuminated by the spiritual light behind Shard at that moment, and Fiona, who was tightly holding his hand behind him, also felt an extraordinary power in this light.
Amidst the surging steam, the letters suspended in the air gathered towards the Ring of Fate, the brass-colored enlightening light shining, all the words converging on the Ring of Fate, compressing into a brand-new power.
