The shattered desecrated body was pried open, and a more sacred and pure spiritual body surged forth as if newly reborn.
A pair of vast Star Sea wings dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire Abyss, as He stood firm above the sky.
He is named Star Relic.
"There is nothing there that you seek." The Star Relic God spoke slowly, the ethereal voice carrying power, making Isaiah's body involuntarily bow.
But he resisted, under the wreckage of Visas, Isaiah strained to hold himself upright, not saluting his former master but instead striving to meet his gaze.
"What do you mean there's nothing I want?" Isaiah asked.
Beneath the starry sky, the Star Relic God paid no heed to Isaiah's "impertinence," instead shifting His gaze to the remains of Visas: "Whatever you hope to obtain, that remnant cannot aid you."
"Why?"
"Because it possesses no power." The Star Relic God said calmly, "It's merely an immortal remnant."
Isaiah's pupils slightly contracted.
