Chapter 292: [Event] [The Fallen Prophetess] [End]

It was a dream long buried in the recesses of memory.

The last time she had felt it, she was a mere five-year-old, her innocent eyes alight with admiration as they beheld the radiant face of her mother. A face that bore the sacred responsibility of being the next Prophetess.

Sara Oceania, her mother, was the beacon of inspiration for young Celeste. The tales of the previous Apostles and Prophetesses that Sara spun into enchanting bedtime stories became the very fabric of Celeste's dreams. Every night, nestled under the comforting cover of moonlit narratives, she reveled in the exploits of those who came before her mother. And so, Celeste's dream was woven—a dream not only to carry on her mother's legacy but also to make her proud.

"I will become the next Prophetess after you, Mama!"