O...Our Queen? [ Her brows knit together in confusion. The land she knows is still divided into clans that perpetually battle each other. ]

I can't speak about what could be in the future, but the land of fairies has had no gods for thousands of years. Or—   [ She pauses to whisper, her hand grips the staff she holds tighter. ] A holy sword.

[ That Holy Sword was never forged, leading to the destruction of gods, mankind, and the metamorphosis of the surface into a primordial sea. ]