The heavy atmosphere in the observation hall was instantly shattered by a painful moan from Terrania.
"Umm..."
The little girl's body curled up sharply, like a kitten gripped by an invisible hand.
Her small face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and her pure golden eyes lost focus, as if they had pierced through the ship's alloy hull to see a terrifying scene at the end of time and space.
"Your Majesty!"
Sanguinia was the first to cry out. The holy expression on her face was replaced by immense worry, and she almost instinctively wanted to rush forward.
Fogremia and Angronia's expressions also changed simultaneously.
"Don't move!"
Leticia's voice was calm, without a ripple, yet it possessed unquestionable authority.
She flashed, appearing beside the sofa instantly, and before anyone could react, she had already gently gathered the trembling Terrania into her arms.
"Don't be afraid, Terra, I am here."
Leticia's voice was as soft as a feather. She pressed her cheek against Terrania's cold forehead, and a soft, emerald-green light, filled with the aura of life, surged from her palm.
The power of [Vitality] turned into the warmest stream, gently enveloping Terrania's small body, soothing her soul which was nearing overload from carrying too much unknown information.
The warm power took effect instantly.
Terrania's violent trembling gradually subsided, and her furrowed brows smoothed out.
Her breathing was no longer so rapid, but she still mumbled unconsciously in Leticia's arms.
The voice was intermittent, filled with heartbreaking exhaustion.
"So tired..."
"She... so tired..."
The three Primarch Sisters present held their breath. Even Angronia lowered the battle-axe in her hand, her amber eyes filled with tension.
They didn't understand.
But they could feel that Terrania was experiencing some kind of pain they could not comprehend.
Only Leticia, the moment she heard these two words, felt her pitch-black eyes, deep as an abyss, suddenly light up!
She continued to soothe the little one in her arms with the power of [Vitality], asking softly in a nearly hypnotic, guiding tone.
"Who is she? Terra, tell me, who did you see?"
Guided by Leticia's divine power, Terrania's chaotic vision seemed to find a focal point.
Her small mouth opened slightly, and she whispered on in a clearer, yet sadder tone.
"Golden Throne..."
"She is standing... under the Golden Throne... waiting..."
"She is waiting..."
"Waiting for an answer..."
Boom!
These few sentences, like a thunderclap from the beginning of creation, exploded in Leticia's mind!
Golden Throne!
Ten thousand years!
Waiting for an answer!
Leticia understood instantly!
What Terrania saw was not the approaching Grand Abbot of Saints, Morwen Val!
What she saw was the confusion, exhaustion, and... waiting that had lasted for ten thousand years in the deepest part of this Grand Abbot's soul!
This was not ordinary psychic perception!
This was the Emperor's own... precognition, capable of discerning the essence of a mortal's soul and tracing their obsession across time and space!
Terra's ability was awakening!
"Sister?"
Fogremia noticed the subtle change in Leticia's expression and couldn't help but ask.
Leticia did not answer immediately.
She just hugged Terrania tighter in her arms, a joy and pity she had never felt before filling her heart.
Her Terra was no longer just that little girl who needed to be protected behind her at all times.
She was slowly taking back her own power.
She would become her most solid reliance.
"What answer is she still waiting for?" Leticia continued to guide her softly.
Terrania seemed to be truly relaying another's inner voice; her voice carried deep confusion and pain.
"She is waiting... for the answer to why the Emperor is silent..."
A single sentence plunged the three Primarch Sisters present into a deathly silence.
Why is the Emperor silent?
This question was a dark cloud hanging over the entire Empire for ten thousand years.
It was the ultimate question that countless loyalists could not understand even until death.
And this incoming Grand Abbot of Saints, she had exhausted her whole life, and it was all just to seek the answer to this question?
In Fogremia's beautiful purple eyes, for the first time, a true, complex look mixed with sympathy and understanding appeared.
She suddenly understood.
This Grand Abbot, perhaps like her former self, was also a poor person trapped by "faith."
Angronia frowned; she didn't understand these complex logics, but she could hear the sadness in those words.
Sanguinia even clasped her hands together, her sky-blue eyes filled with compassion.
"So... she didn't come to judge..."
Sanguinia whispered softly.
"She is just a... lost child."
Leticia raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the three Sisters with their different expressions, her voice calm but carrying a penetrating power that saw through everything.
"Sanguinia is right."
"Terra's ability is awakening, and she has brought us an oracle."
The corners of Leticia's mouth curled into a confident smile.
"She tells us that this Grand Abbot is not an enemy."
"She is a lost pilgrim seeking answers."
"She comes with exhaustion and confusion, just wanting to see with her own eyes whether we, who have caused her children to defect collectively, are indeed the... answer she has waited ten thousand years for."
These words, like a beam of light, instantly illuminated the fog in everyone's hearts.
The tense atmosphere caused by the "holy war" dissipated.
Replacing it was a clearer, more definite sense of purpose.
Fogremia and Angronia's last doubts were completely dispelled.
The way they looked at Terrania now, besides their usual doting, held more heartfelt awe for "Her Majesty's" divine might!
This was not a trial.
This was a recruitment!
It was a deity's... enlightenment of a lost saint!
Just then, Terrania in Leticia's arms completely relaxed her body.
She slowly opened her pure golden eyes, the confusion in them having dissipated, returning to their usual clarity.
Only that small face still held a trace of lingering exhaustion.
She looked at Leticia, at this sister who had held her tightly in her arms from beginning to end, and her small body actively rubbed upward, seeking the most reassuring position.
Then, she used a slightly milky, yet incomparably certain tone to give the final summary of this "oracle."
"Sister."
"She needs you..."
The little girl paused, as if thinking of a more accurate word.
"Needs us..."
"To go tell her the truth."
This sentence, like a final edict, set the tone for everything that was about to happen.
Leticia's heart completely melted.
She lowered her head and pressed an incomparably cherished, gentle kiss on that smooth, full forehead.
"Sleep, my little prophet."
"Leave the rest to me."
Leticia let the exhausted Terrania fall into a deep sleep in her arms, carefully placed her on the soft sofa, and covered her with a warm blanket of light woven from the power of [Vitality].
After doing all this, she stood up slowly.
At that moment, all the tenderness and doting on her receded.
Replacing it was the unquestionable majesty and decisiveness of a deity.
Her gaze swept across the three Primarch Sisters, who were already filled with Battle Intent and ready to go.
Finally, she issued the final order.
The voice, through the ship's internal communication, was clearly transmitted to every corner, to the ears of every soldier.
"Pass my order."
"genesis, disarm all weapons, deactivate energy shields."
"Open the central welcome channel."
Leticia looked at the deep sea of stars outside the porthole, as if she had already seen the fleet sailing towards them.
Her voice was calm, yet filled with supreme confidence.
"In the name of God, we are here..."
"Waiting for a lost saint."
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