In the sky, Celestia's figure was gradually engulfed by the brilliant light, the magnificent halo continuously spreading across the heavens, with the outstretched golden wings fervently burning. The highly concentrated light sand fell from those wings, dyeing the entire sky in golden hues.
The sea surged, causing the girl standing on the water's surface to sway slightly.
Tilan looked up, shielding her eyes with her arm from the overly dazzling light, gazing at the rising sun with a complex and heavy heart.
This was the hope of the Silver Wings for centuries, for which they had waited too long, and Celestia was a rare friend who had gained her approval. In their view, this should be an immensely great act, and it also finally fulfilled Xi Aiflian's last wish.
She slowly closed her eyelids, then gradually opened them again, the small figure in her eyes now almost submerged in the glorious light.
