It was like a page out of a fairytale, the aformentioned scene a painting. It was too surreal to be true, but that was very much the case. 〝 I hereby deem 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆, within Falconia, to those who shall aid my 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 〞 「͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱」

— this close inside Falconia. "His Slayer will pave the way in blood... Your dream is now ours." #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀betwixt grounded soil , shaped by triumphant . ‘ we may yet 𝓫egin a new 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆—— one not bound by past failure . ’ ︵⏜ ㅤ۫ ⠀#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀⠀♱ ⠀

〝 For Falconia … 〞 「͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱」

— teach them all, once more, what true protection looked like. ͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱」

Within her open palm, a small, sharp icicle began to form in the middle, only to be launched into a nearby tree with a flick of her wrist. "Wonderful..."