The overwhelming, superior light on the seventh floor of Mountain Paradise broke out, and the purest and most flawless light swept out, transforming the sky into a glowing ocean and removing all sounds, colors, and feelings.
The extraordinarily bright moon surged toward the spherical magic circle down below overwhelmingly. At this moment, space and time did not seem to exist anymore, and the light of God's Arrival was simply flowing unstoppably. The spherical circle and Lucien in it seemed to have been frozen in the decayed page of a history book.
Even Fernando, who was outside of the range of God's Arrival, could only sense the things within one meter from him. Beyond it, there was nothing but the magnificent and divine brilliance in his eyes and the field of his spiritual power.
Right then, a silver moon rose in the vast holy light that purged everything in the world, dreamy and freezing.
