It was nearly instantaneous, the heavens and earth changed color. Within the dense, melancholy clouds, purple lightning moved swiftly, resembling a mass of serpentine bolts of lightning.
At the center, a ring-shaped void suddenly appeared, with the surrounding clouds beginning to rotate clockwise, picking up speed. A barrage of holy white light descended fiercely.
Under the holy light, Casio, who had reverted to human form, was seated cross-legged on the water's surface, his facial expression solemn and pure like a sculpture in a church. His body radiated a supernatural aura, vowing to purify everything, to bring all into what he regarded as beauty. It was impossible not to revere him.
"At the end of the holy path, I have seen it."
