For a long time, the city, which had been peaceful for centuries yet always prepared, became a battlefield. Pristiela assured multiple times that this would be a temporary situation, after all, most of the powers were supporting our side.
The priestess led them to an exceptionally beautiful area of the city, where numerous trees with pink petals danced slowly and boldly all around. Soldiers armed with spears and swords were spread throughout the place. They were in front of a staircase bustling with warriors ready to die for their cause.
"Do not worry about the battle, my lord. Leave everything to me, and all will go well." She continued to offer comforting and pleasant words, her persuasive tone not lost on Light, who quickly understood the kind of character she was trying to be. His eyes took in the beauty of the place, which had a mystical air he had never seen before, despite his age.
