The Flame

Grace flopped onto her bed and pulled up her status screen. The glowing text floated in front of her face, visible only to her.

Grace Lightsinger

Bravery: 51/100

Compassion: 56/100

Love: 70/100

[Six months since I died. Six months since I stopped being a turnip farmer and became... kinda sorta Eternia, I guess.] 

She scrolled through her skills, taking stock of everything.

「Blade of Eternia (Level 6)」 - Her light sword actually cut things now instead of just tickling demons. Progress!

「Soothing Hands (Level 5)」 - All those corrupted villagers had been good for something at least. Even if half of them tried to eat her face while she healed them.