[Western Fantasy] [Strong Female Lead] [Healing] [Redemption] [No CP]
A gray-robed mage burned down her home.
Her adoptive father is dead, her town is gone, and a pendant engraved with the World Tree hangs around her neck as she flees her pursuers into the Shadow Forest.
Everyone says she is the reincarnation of the Saint of Light. Everyone expects her to sacrifice herself just like the saint and seal away the darkness once more.
But she doesn't want to die.
The elven priest says her soul is being consumed by power. The dwarven blacksmith says energy from the Black Tide is seeping into her body through a crack in the seal. The two forces fight inside her, and every battle shortens her life.
The gray-robed leader smiles at her from before the rift. "This old man needs you alive to open the door. Once you're dead, you're useless."
The allied forces of the four races form ranks behind her. The orc chieftain kneels and cries, "May ten thousand blades ring across the wasteland!" Elves leave the council to follow her, and dwarves work through the night to forge the only rune stone capable of bearing the fusion of light and darkness.
But what she faces is not a war. It is a person who has been trapped in darkness for a thousand years.
He was once the Saint's comrade-in-arms.
"Thank her for me," he says before vanishing in silver-gray light. "Even though she can't hear you anymore."
The seal breaks. But something awakens, too.
On the withered roots of the World Tree, the first silver-green sprout appears.
It is not the seal's continuation, but the beginning of another path.
