"This must be a miracle—"
That frail figure, unbeknownst to all, had already taken her stand at the forefront, her posture becoming a symbol of hope and faith for the entire tribe.
Unconsciously, everyone began to refer to this once obscure and weak girl as—
—Hero.
"She is a miracle bestowed upon us by the heavens! She is the hope of humankind!"
All cheered, casting their trust and reverence towards the Dawn Sword in front of them that seemed to slice through all despair.
While everyone gazed upon her figure, the Priest could only bow his head in silence.
Can a strength exchanged for life and futures, endless suffering, and contortions still be called a miracle?
D57+10=d57(36)+10=46
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"He has awakened!"
"He really didn't transform into a demon, this is simply a miracle—"
Amid the astonished cries, the Priest opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
People around him, their faces filled with joy, yet unable to hide their profound fatigue and worry.
