In a daze, Sophie felt as if she had returned to that suffocating battlefield.

On the battlefield, high-powered magic flew like artillery, gradually bombarding the assembled armies.

The warriors of the Human Race charged forward with roars.

The assassins of the Demon Clan engaged in a frenzied slaughter.

The Goddesses of the Divine Race appeared in every corner like commanding officers controlling the situation.

The sky, the earth, the ocean…

Everything seemed to herald the end of the world, bathed in blood and fear, as if it could shatter at any moment.

As the Elf Queen, she was located at the very heart of this battlefield.

Beside her, besides the two absolutely trustworthy confidantes from the Elf Clan, there were also companions of the Hero and other heroes from various Races.

They, totaling thirteen, were regarded as stars on the battlefield, having approached the limit of life and stepped into the realm called “Legend.”

These individuals even had the power to change the dynamics of the battlefield, to alter the existing state of war, and all from the Human Race as well as the Divine Race pinned great hopes on them.

However, reality harshly slapped them in the face.

To this day, Sophie still vividly remembers the immense despair she felt when “that” appeared.

“————!!!”

It was a roar that shook heaven and earth.

It was the horn announcing death.

Rumbling spread through the air.

Tremors struck from beneath their feet.

“It” appeared suddenly, like a cataclysm, obscuring the sun.

Its huge form blocked the sky.

Its loud roar awakened fear.

Its fearsome appearance.

Its terrifying aura.

The largest “Beast Demon” of this world emerged on the battlefield, moving its mountain-like limbs, shifting its continent-like body, placing the entire battlefield under its feet.

People saw it kick over mountains.

People witnessed it scatter clouds.

Fear.

Despair.

Insignificance.

Powerlessness.

These were the emotions in everyone’s hearts on the battlefield.

Sophie could clearly see her close confidantes, as well as the other ten heroes of the Human Race, all trembling.

An uncontrollable shiver born of instinct sprang from everyone’s core.

Even those known as heroes could not escape it.

Because, after all, they were still mortal.

Because, in the end, they were still mortals.

It was no longer about whether there was a chance of winning, but about being on a completely different level.

Sophie was certain that if it weren’t for the many cries of grief and the many fallen comrades nearby, those thirteen individuals wouldn’t have been able to muster the courage to challenge that world-ending beast.

And in their reckless challenge, half of the thirteen perished on the spot.

Sophie was very lucky.

No, not just Sophie, but Leiya and Nia were also fortunate.

Just because they were not warriors who charged into battle but mages who provided support from the rear, that world-ending beast never turned its gaze upon the “insignificant” them, only moving against those “flies” who disturbed it and approached it.

So, all three of them survived.

But everything that appeared in that battle was firmly engraved in their hearts, never to be forgotten.

People call this a psychological shadow.

Sophie would not deny it.

Those who experienced all that and did not retain any psychological scars, were simply fools who forgot the pain once their wounds healed.

In that battle, these so-called Thirteen Heroes merely hindered the steps of that world-ending beast, yet more than half perished.

Sophie cannot imagine, if at the end, Hero Mithra hadn’t successfully defeated the Demon King with the assistance of the Supreme God Ominis, causing the Demon Clan to cease their hostilities, what would have become of her and the others.

Would they have been reduced to ashes under the rage spewed by that world-obliterating beast?

Or become mush under its mountainous limbs?

In any case, Sophie could not envision any other outcome.

Now, the Beast Demon among the Six Great Demons, that very world-ending beast that brought despair and fear to everyone on the battlefield, had appeared in the Elf Country, right in front of Sophie.

Without its sky-obscuring size, without emitting the roars of death, it stood there like a small pet transformed into a fluffy little beast.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Lide looked at Sophie and said casually, “Still so beautiful, so high above, just like in those days, truly nostalgic.”

“Your Highness jests,” Sophie said with a bitter smile, “It’s Her Highness Lide Domar who remains as powerful as back then.”

“Is that so?” Lide seemed to raise an eyebrow and laughed, “It seems your speech is still as pleasant. Despite appearing before you in this form, you still call me strong, but too many compliments aren’t good, you know?”

“This is not flattery,” Sophie shook her head and said, “Sophie will never forget the true form of Your Highness that she saw back then. That scene is deeply etched in Sophie’s heart, and even if Your Highness changes your form for convenience, from Your Highness’s aura and magic power, Sophie can still sense the unmatched strength from the past.”

This was the honest truth.

Even though Lide’s current form and aura were worlds apart from before, Sophie would not be naive enough to think that this fluffy little beast was easy to bully.

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