The thunderous applause persisted for a long time, and after the transformation of three stages, the venue returned to its normal state.
And that figure, who haunted the dreams of countless people, stood again at the center of the stage, accompanied by a gentle breath.
The night was deep, but even without special effects and illusions, the sky still had the seemingly eternal Twin Moons hanging high.
The Pure White Moon of early spring, though not full, cast a soft radiance, gently touching everyone in the venue, quieting the fervent applause into joy and anticipation.
The Hero raised her head, the thin sweat on her forehead reflecting the spotlight, yet she appeared not disheveled, but even more dazzling.
"Time has passed so unknowingly." Her clear voice echoed in the huge venue through amplification magic, with a hint of imperceptible reluctance.
"Then, next... is the last performance."
