The light that burst from the silver chalice was not blinding.
It spread like a gentle tide, silently sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant.
The silver waterfall of plague suspended in midair evaporated the moment it touched the light, like snow beneath the sun. Not a trace of vapor remained.
The ashen mist that filled the air was swept away too, revealing the clear, profound darkness of the Shadow Domain.
More importantly, the endless weeping and whispers echoing in the depths of everyone's souls stopped abruptly.
The world fell quiet.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
The Water God coughed violently, gulping down air as though he had just surfaced from the deep sea.
He looked down at his arm. The livid blotches spreading across it faded under the light, and his skin returned to its original color.
"Holy shit..."
He forced out the words, feeling as though he had come back to life.
Sword Master in the Snow's lowered hand no longer trembled.
He picked up the long blue-green blade that had fallen beside him, and his swordsman's heart grew calm once more.
Dawn stopped writhing in agony in the air.
He slowly straightened. The pain that had torn at his soul was gone, leaving only a weariness that seemed to drain every ounce of strength from him.
Dawn looked at his sister.
Blood no longer flowed from Mirror's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. A hint of color had returned to her pale face, and she gave him a weak smile.
The light came from the Origin Essence of Mirian, the Goddess of Healing.
Dawn's slash had not destroyed the Divine Artifact. Instead, it had shattered the corrupting power surrounding it, allowing its original, purest healing Divine Authority to pour forth.
A one-time, battlefield-wide cleansing and healing of God Tier