Bidding farewell to the Mage and the master of the flying birds, Allen and his companions embarked on their return journey with the Divine Artifact. Along the way, they pondered how to use the power of the Divine Artifact to make the world a better place.
Allen held the Divine Artifact tightly, its mysterious and mighty power seeming to flow gently through his palm and into his heart, granting him endless courage and a profound sense of mission. His traveling companions all wore expressions of solemnity and anticipation, their gazes frequently falling upon the gently glowing Divine Artifact.
As they passed through the ruins of a village once destroyed by war, the atmosphere among the broken walls and shattered bricks was thick with death and despair. Allen stopped in his tracks, slowly raised the Divine Artifact, closed his eyes, and concentrated on sensing the source of power within it. His companions watched anxiously and expectantly from the side as the glow of the Divine Artifact gradually intensified, casting light upon the earth like warm sunlight piercing through clouds. Wherever the light reached, fractured stones began to shift and piece themselves back together, tender green shoots sprouted from scorched earth, collapsed house frames stood upright once more, and ruined roofs were gradually restored to completeness. Expressions of astonished joy bloomed across the faces of the villagers, who cheered and wept, unable to believe the miracle before their eyes.
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