The dreadful "Market of Souls" of Hell was slowly beginning to transform into a new kind of energy. The moment Eros vanished, the dark shadows and the floating lanterns dissolved into smoke. An otherworldly calm spread everywhere—but it was not the deathly silence of Hell; rather, it felt like the quiet herald of a great miracle about to unfold.
Claire remained there, kneeling on the ground. Her heart was heavy with the pain of losing Michael's memories, yet within her soul there lingered a strange and gentle peace.
Just then, a beam of golden light burst forth from the dark sky above. The light was so pure and radiant that even the blackness of Hell seemed to bow before it. From within that brilliance, a figure descended—a fairy, a Celestial Goddess.
