Everything was coming to an end. The peaceful days would soon vanish and at last there would be a close to everything.
Seras could feel it.
Even the abyss was preparing.
Standing beneath the Sky Continent, with the endless spiral swallowing light before her eyes, she wondered who else knew and who among them was ready for what was to come.
Far away, on a continent consumed by an endless jungle, a young beastkin girl clad in armor crackling with lightning planted her greatsword into the earth and steadied her breathing.
Before her stood a mighty dragon wrought from storm clouds and thunder.
Aethergon the Great Storm would once again face Leona Valefier.
Rain hammered against her armor as arcs of lightning danced across the blade in her hands. Fear still lingered in her golden eyes, but she buried it beneath an iron resolve.
"I won't leave this place until I defeat you…"
