The Goddess's Might Saves the World - Chapter 11
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Final Chapter × The Covenant of Light
“When God made flame his heart, and Man made soul his lamp,
They found each other in the endless night,
And by the strength of their shared name, they set the world alight.”
— A whisper of wind.
Above the white clouds, a new galaxy was being born.
It wasn’t the old night sky; it was the ‘River of Dawn’—
a torrent of light spun from the Goddess’s own fiery current,
every single flash a living heartbeat.
The continents settled, and the oceans swelled. The stars spun into motion independently, and the fragments scattered by the light’s explosion now found their pulse. That pulse became the seasons, and the seasons, in turn, became life.
The Hero stood on the highest mountain peak.
The wind whipped his worn cloak,
and light poured down from behind his shoulders.
Between his shadow and the earth,
The first bloom of the flower called ‘Blazegrass’ pushed through the soil.
He reached out to touch…
The youth flinched back, instinctively taking half a step away.
“Don’t come any closer… I… I can’t handle any more illusions…”
Her voice was impossibly gentle, almost too soft for this world—
“An illusion wouldn’t allow you to feel the temperature of the wind.”
The light on her fingertip gave a gentle flash,
and in that moment, a sudden warmth flooded the youth’s chest—
it wasn’t the scorching heat of fire, but the comfort of a spring sunbeam.
“A-Are you… are you the Goddess?”
Lumina didn’t reply right away.
She lowered her gaze, looking at the youth’s hands, which were caked in mud.
“The sword you hold, though clearly ancient, still catches the light.
That gleam isn’t metal; it’s the reflection of your conviction.”
The youth froze, his gaze darting away, filled with raw unease and shyness.
“I… I just picked it up. I’m not the Hero.
I just want to survive. Honestly, everyone else is braver than me…”
Lumina moved a step closer, the wind following her motion.
A hint of a smile touched her voice: “Then why are you still holding the sword?”
“…Because I’m afraid.”