I am the last of the ancient Celestial Warriors, revered in the Heavenly Realm as the Goddess of War. I spent half my life waging battles, but when peace finally settled across the Three Realms, I found myself without purpose.
To this day, I can no longer recall how long I have lived. Idly, I’ve watched flourishing blossoms wither year after year, and the vast skies wheel overhead time and time again. The longer the days stretch, the less attachment I feel to this world.
I suspect the day of my transcendence is not far off.
And yet, the heavens seem unwilling to let me depart quietly. Just as I teeter on the brink of passing, a small ripple disturbs the stillness of my life—a rather spirited one, at that...
The kind that shakes the Three Realms to their core...
The kind that leaves me utterly humiliated in my old age...
That kind.
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