The sunlight bathed Lily Valley in a golden glow, its warmth falling gently upon the travelers as they continued their journey through the sprawling paradise. Emma sat by the carriage window, her silver eyes tracing the idyllic landscape. The beauty of the valley had captivated her entirely—the kaleidoscope of vibrant flowers, the winged deer leaping gracefully, and the endless sky painted in hues of yellow and pink.

Yet amidst the wonder, a thought surfaced in her mind. Did Goddess Aurora join the battles during the Deformation Period?

Unable to contain her curiosity, Emma turned to Vivian. “Mom,” she began, her voice breaking the tranquility of the moment, “was Aurora involved in the battles during the Deformation Period?”

Vivian’s expression softened, her gaze distant as though recalling long-forgotten tales. “Yes, dear,” she said gently. “Aurora was not only present during that time, but she was also one of the Creation Gods.”

Emma’s curiosity deepened. “The Creation Gods? Who are they?”

Vivian paused, clearly searching her memory. “The Creation Gods are a pantheon of beings who shaped the world during its infancy. I don’t know all of them,” she admitted, “but I do remember a few names. There’s Aurora, Goddess of Dawn, and Povia, Goddess of Nature. Vanamus, the God of the Sun, and Otovina, Goddess of the Moon, are two of the celestial pair. Then there’s Aakaron, the God of Dreams, and Erilania, the Goddess of Fate.”

Emma’s eyes widened as she listened, each name conjuring visions of mythical grandeur. “What were their roles during the Deformation Period?”

Vivian shook her head. “That’s the mystery, Emma. The books I’ve read don’t detail their actions during that time. Perhaps their roles are recorded in ancient texts we’ve yet to discover. For now, much of their story remains shrouded in the unknown.”

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Emma nodded slowly, her mind racing with possibilities. “Thank you, Mom,” she said softly, her gaze drifting back to the window, where the scenery of Lily Valley unfolded like a living painting.

As they traveled further, the carriage reached a steep incline, the path descending sharply into the heart of the valley. The driver glanced back, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. “Hold on tight, everyone. We’re about to hit a sharp slope, and the next portal isn’t far from here.”

Emma’s pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and apprehension stirring within her. Her lips curled into a small smile as she clutched the edge of her seat. There was something thrilling about the idea of speeding downhill, even though a small voice in her head whispered of possible dangers.

She quickly pushed the thought aside, forcing herself to focus on the world around her. The sky overhead seemed to shift slightly, the yellow-pink hues deepening into a richer shade. The meadow on either side of the path glimmered as if kissed by stardust, and the strange yet beautiful creatures of the valley continued their dance through the flowers.

Turning her gaze outward, Emma murmured to herself, a voice only she could hear, “Don’t worry, Lily Valley. I’ll come back one day to explore every inch of you. Just wait for me.”

The carriage began its descent. Gravity pulled the vehicle faster along the slope, and Emma couldn’t suppress the exhilaration bubbling within her. She glanced at Vivian her mother, who raised her hands in the air, her laughter ringing out like a melody.

Emma followed suit, throwing her hands up and joining in the shared joy. The wind whipped through her silver hair, and for a moment, it felt as if the valley itself was alive, urging them onward.

The slope soon leveled out, and the carriage slowed to a steady pace. Ahead of them, a faintly glowing portal appeared, its edges swirling with soft blue light. The air seemed to hum with energy, the portal’s magic radiating a quiet promise of the journey to come.

Emma sighed, her earlier excitement fading into a quiet introspection. The beauty of Lily Valley, the stories of the Creation Gods, and the unspoken wonders of the world filled her with both hope and longing.

“Life is a journey,” she whispered, her voice barely audible against the carriage’s gentle creaks.

Vivian glanced at her daughter, a knowing smile on her lips.

“A beautiful one,” Emma finished, her gaze fixed on the glowing portal ahead.

The carriage passed through the portal, and with a soft vroom, the Saturn of Lily Valley disappeared behind them, leaving its vibrant beauty etched in Emma’s heart.

[End of Arc 2: Royal Journey]