The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Diana stared at the hand extended in front of her, her vision suddenly blurring.

His right palm faced upward, carrying the same expectation as always.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the person who had extended the invitation—Eric, who wore a gentle smile and had a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, time seemed to have turned back many years, and before me was still that stubborn young man in an exquisite formal suit.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, and Diana accepted the invitation again with almost no hesitation.

She raised her left hand, which was resting on her chest, and gently placed it on that cold palm.

The moment they touched, their hands clasped tightly together.

The weakened boy helped his knight up, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as if he wanted to say something comforting, but new blood seeped from his lips.

Diana was heartbroken beyond words. She tried desperately to stop her tears, but she couldn't. She could only force a smile through her tears as she accompanied the other person to complete the final dance.

Without music or accompaniment, in the center of the dilapidated square, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the performance began.

Eric's left hand rested lightly on her waist, while Diana's other hand, as if rehearsed countless times, naturally rested on his shoulder.

In the lingering glow, the two gradually moved and began a light dance.

The wind howled past as they trod the blood-stained stone steps, moving among the shattered fragments of armor, as if following some silent melody.

At first, Eric was able to guide him, but soon his steps became unsteady, and he even nearly fell.

Diana wanted to stop several times, but she saw the stubborn look in his eyes, as if silently telling her to continue.

Throughout the process, attacks and spells continued to strike, impacting the protective aura and attempting to interrupt the two's dance, but they were unable to penetrate the aura.

After gliding, the two did a slow spin, and Eric gazed deeply at her, his eyes reflecting her tear-streaked face.

In the past, he was the one who led the way, but this time, it was Diana who supported his weakened state and stepped out in rhythm with him.

Over the years, she has become a solid and reliable pillar, and a dance partner who can stand on her own.

Soon, the dance steps slowed down, and the performance came to an end.

In the final movement, Diana gently pulled Eric back into her arms, ending the brief dance with a tender embrace.

After completing this action, Eric seemed to have lost all his strength, his eyes slowly closed, and his body leaned forward.

"Eric!" Diana exclaimed, hurriedly using her body to support the other's full weight.

She slid down to the ground, letting Eric lean against her chest, his head resting on her knees, and noticed that the person in her arms was fading away rapidly.

As the dance ended, the silver halo surrounding the square also seemed to have completed its final mission, quietly dissipating into the air.

But Diana was no longer interested in any of that.

She trembled all over, slapping her pale, cold face, tears streaming down her face, and screamed at the top of her lungs:

"Wake up, Eric! Wake up and look at me, okay?"

Seeing that it wasn't working, she took the cold hand again.

"Please...please don't leave me!"

The person in her arms seemed to hear her call, and finally opened their closed eyelids a crack.

However, those bright blue eyes had lost their luster, become unfocused, and seemed to be looking somewhere else entirely.

"...Diana...I think I can't see...I can't see you anymore." Eric's voice came out weakly, with a hint of panic and fear in his tone.

"I'm here! I'm right here! Eric, I'll stay with you!"

She sobbed uncontrollably, holding his cold body tightly, as if she could return his life to him in this way.

The halo completely dissipated, exposing the two figures to everyone without any cover.

Raymond's face was incredibly gloomy, but he quickly snapped back to his senses and his gaze pierced the two people embracing.

A sliver of hope remained in his heart, after all, he had just witnessed Eric transferring the "princess's" power to the knight not long ago.

This means that there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

"Take down that knight, and resume the ceremony!" he commanded in a low voice.

Upon hearing the command, the knights raised their shields once more and slowly advanced to form a circle.

Although it seems like everything is over, they still have to be careful, because who knows if the female knight will launch another large-scale attack.

Diana, however, was oblivious to the danger around her. She simply held the person in her arms tightly, her cheek pressed against his cold forehead, as if the whole world no longer concerned her.

Just as the leading knights moved forward and approached the two men,

An indescribable sense of terror suddenly descended upon the entire square.

Under the influence of the extremely high spiritual energy, everyone's movements froze, and they involuntarily looked up at the figures gazing at the sky.

A sense of awe and fear, stemming from an instinct for life, instantly took hold of everyone's heart.

Above the White Rose Palace square, a figure floated silently, exuding an eerie divinity.

Its lower body and torso are enveloped in an extremely holy halo, containing a sacred and inviolable symbol, and its radiance is as dazzling as the sun.

The upper body, including the head, is shrouded in deep darkness, concealing a terrifying aura of depravity. It has no face, only an unfathomable void.

Two completely different auras coexisted, without even a boundary, appearing simultaneously on one body.

A contradictory gaze, both cold and pitying, was cast from that faceless face, as if it were about to judge everything.

It silently gazed at the square below, at the ant-like crowd, at the two embracing figures, its thoughts unreadable.

After a brief moment of shock, the soldiers with high combat skills were the first to overcome their fear.

Seeing that an intruder had interrupted the ceremony, the commander in the center of the formation gave the order for some of the knights to unleash their punitive blades and golden sword energy.

The court mages not far away also raised their staffs, and layers of magic arrays lit up behind them, then launched attacks of various forms.

The targets of the attacks were all intruders pointing upwards.

However, under the watchful eyes of countless astonished people...

The faceless phantom hovering in mid-air simply raised its left hand, which was enveloped in holy light.

With just a simple movement, the commander's movements froze instantly, tinged with an indelible layer of gray.

His torso suddenly collapsed, transforming into a small vortex that absorbed countless disintegrating substances, heading towards the "end".

Not only the commander, but also the dozens of people who launched the attack met the same fate.

Even under the protection of "damage sharing", they had no power to resist and were instantly annihilated.

Strangely, the force seemed to be conscious, and did not affect the other knights connected by the threads.

Absolute silence enveloped the square, deterring anyone who tried to stop them.