"How has it become bright?" exclaimed the Light of Creation.
In the void, light travels in straight lines; where light strikes, it is bright, but the areas not directly hit remain pitch dark.
Since there are no particles in the void for light to scatter off of, places not directly illuminated are very dark, yet now, surroundings were brightly lit, with light everywhere, both in front and behind.
"Are these pollen particles scattering the light?" Dark Wing curiously asked.
Having figured out the reason, Dark Wing suddenly remembered something else, "Did someone yell at me? Saying I burned his field?"
As they spoke, Dark Wing and the Light of Creation turned their heads to see a purple-black skeleton holding a massive scythe stepping through the void, quickly advancing toward them, followed by rows of Holy Spirits.
