But as the power of the Giant Light Crystal surged in, in an instant, a small piece of crystal within Yanile's body shone brightly, like a miniature sun.
The previously twisted body tissues that engulfed Yanile now melted away like snow under sunlight, effortlessly retreating and being reconverted into pure Holy Power.
However, during this process, that small Light Crystal Stone also gradually grew, slowly assimilating Yanile's Spirit Space into a crystal-like structure.
Silently watching this transformation occur, the golden-haired young Pope's gaze was deep and profound.
This miraculous scene was not without cost, and the price was Yanile's independent will.
"The task failed."
Yanile opened his eyes, his gray pupils restored to sacred white. Upon awakening, he spoke directly, his tone devoid of any emotional color.
