Take my legacy

Artemis held her mother Edona in her arms. The mana woods echoed with the soft rustling of leaves, bearing witness to the painful scene unfolding beneath the ancient trees and most of them started wilting like dead plants because Edona's magic power kept depleting each second. Edona's breath came in shallow gasps, her body weakened by the wound inflicted by the arrow of Fenrir, the arrow created by Artemis with an apocalypse creature of great power.

Artemis clutched her mother tightly, her heart heavy with worry. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the dirt and blood that stained her cheek. "Mother," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "hold on. Help is coming. I won't let you go."