The twin moons ascended into the sky, the stars filling the night.
Moonlight and starlight fused into a frosted, soft glow, casting down upon the pure white stone-paved square, a place bustling with life by day, now resembling an otherworldly realm.
In the expansive square's center, a solitary figure stood, as if independent of the world.
It was the Hero, clad in regal attire, gazing up at the night sky.
It was now the early hours of the morning, the eighth day since she was chosen as the Saintess Agent.
The Pure White Moon hung high, its clarity immaculate, while the Ashen Moon hid behind it.
After an entire day's preparation, the Hero, adorned in her grand attire, quietly awaited the ceremony's commencement.
Her ceremonial dress was extraordinarily splendid, the long train spread out behind her, embroidered with layers upon layers of magic arrays that shimmered with faint light.
