With the sun rising over the horizon, casting a golden light across the vast expanse of the Drexia Empire, Artemia felt a renewed sense of purpose. After liberating the small village from the monstrous horde, she knew her journey was far from over. There were still countless people in danger, and she was determined to help them, to be their shield against the darkness that threatened their homes.
As she traveled across the empire, her blue hair flowed like liquid silk in the wind, and her blue eyes sparkled with determination. News of her victory had spread quickly, and whispers of her prowess as a lightning wielder—the lightning goddess—preceded her. With every step she took, she felt the weight of her responsibility, but it was a burden she embraced wholeheartedly.
