He floated silently above the city being devoured by flames and death. His face, shrouded in light and impossible to see clearly, seemed to wear a detached smile.
Admiring the magnificent… destruction he had personally orchestrated.
HUMMM!
The vision from the Time Travel shattered once more.
The sight before everyone returned to normal.
If the sight of hundreds of Angels of Death had driven them to despair before,
then after personally witnessing that single, world-destroying strike from the golden Divine Spirit who descended like a blazing sun,
all that remained in their minds was… a complete blank.
It was a shudder that came from the very depths of the soul… the most primal kind, born from having one's very level of being utterly crushed.
"Wh-what… what was that thing?"
After a long moment, Master Wendel finally managed to force the words through his teeth.
His voice was trembling.
"W-was… was that… the true form of the Light Deity?"
"No."
