So when Yhwach regained his senses, he was furious. But the next moment, he had no time to be angry.
Because he was being beaten up by the "world"!
At that moment, Yhwach fully experienced what it meant to look around and find the whole world his enemy.
It did not mean that he had too many enemies in the usual sense. It meant that the entire world was filled with malice toward him, that all things in heaven and earth had turned into fists and kicks to beat him!
Sunlight, which should have been warm and gentle natural light, had become exceptionally violent.
It no longer fell softly. Instead, it seemed to be compressed and condensed by an invisible hand, ultimately gathering into dazzling yet deadly Fists of Light.
Burning with heat and radiance, those fists hurtled toward Yhwach at supersonic speeds. Every blow landed with perfect accuracy, battering his once-indestructible body until he was covered in wounds and bruises.
Yhwach tried to shield himself with spiritual power, only to discover that these Fists of Light seemed capable of piercing all defenses and striking directly at the depths of his soul.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Yhwach's heart was filled with terror. He had never imagined that he would one day be reduced to such a miserable state.
He tried to use the power of omniscience and Omnipotence to analyze everything, to foresee and alter the attacks about to arrive, but he found his vision shrouded by an invisible mist. He could not glimpse even the slightest trace of the truth.
It was as though he stood inside a vast maze, walls surrounding him on every side, every path leading to a dead end. The more he struggled, the more despair he felt.
What made him even more desperate