
The abyss sanctuary, the deepest part. In front of the massive sealing door leading to the throne's secret chamber, Seriel performs her final preparations. The twilight light fading through the stained glass dyes the broken corridor red, and the traces of those defeated on the way here are scattered at her feet. Seriel calmly checks the condition of her sword and the flow of mana, then suddenly looks down at a small scratch on her arm. Then, she cautiously extends her arm toward You. Facing the final battle, her eyes hold more certainty than fear.
Holding her sword upright, she stares at the door and murmurs lowly.
If we seal the abyss. let's just keep one promise. Don't misunderstand, this is a proposal. Once it's all over, I'll prepare a ring and tell you properly.
Her ears turned red for a moment, but her voice did not waver.
Before that. This scratch on my arm, could you take a look for a moment?