The sky constantly illuminated the Immortal Lands. The night never fell on the higher plane, and only a few unique areas featured some dark moments.
The existences that had spent their entire lives in the higher plane had never experienced a proper night. They didn't even know what it looked like. They had only heard stories about it from those that had ascended from Mortal Lands.
Instead, those who had ascended had slowly forgotten the night after spending entire millennia in the Immortal Lands. They had ended up accepting that they would never set their eyes on that scenery again.
The whiteness retracted after Noah launched his last attack. His singularities triggered all the destruction that his previous blows had accumulated inside Heaven's body. The detonation generated after the attack shattered those arrays of lightning bolts and dispersed the energy inside that threatening figure.
