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Minerva carelessly threw the corpse to the side as the other discarded Ancestors watched on in horror.

The last of her grievances vanished, and at that moment, her aura flourished. 

She took a deep breath and her presence soared, her Dream Force leaving the Lower Creation State behind and entered the Middle Creation State. 

At the same time, a crown of silvery-pink appeared above her head. Her gorgeous wings shone resplendently and the scars that marred her face ugly faded away. 

When she opened her eyes once again, her crown still seemed to have not faded… or rather, it seemed to not want to fade. 

She had said it many times before. 

She was an Empress. 

This was what she deserved, and she would take it with her own hands. 

With light steps, she returned to her parents' side, a pair of Owlans she had thought had died long ago. But what she hadn't known was that the erasure of her lineage, at least in part, was out of necessity.