In the 12th hour of the 9th day, the cosmic canvas of Veridia's sky was no longer a blank page.
For decades, the world had been remade, not by Sunny's intervention, but by a spark of demigod's ingenuity that had ignited a fire of transformation across the very fabric of life.
The old races—elves, humans, dwarves, giants—looked up in a state of wonder and awe.
Where once only birds soared, now there were majestic and giant dragons weaving through the clouds, their scales shimmering with arcane light.
Below them, ethereal angels drifted, their forms radiating a soft, gentle light, and the clanging of armor heralded the flight of fierce Valkyries, their shields polished to a mirror shine.
This was the dawn of a new era, born from a profound discovery that a demigod's blessing could transfer more than just a simple talent; it could transfer a pure magic spell.
It had begun with Nova's blessing to the leader of the dragon-born, Thalorax.
