The Soul King slowly began his instruction for the lost, carrying himself with a transcendence beyond the mortal world.
His movements were gentle yet solemn.
The Soul King stood tall, surrounded by spirit-particle Wings of Light like countless stars. They were both a hymn to the order of the universe and a manifestation of his profound understanding and compassion for all things in the world.
These Wings of Light swayed softly. Every flash contained the power to change the world. They were not merely symbols of strength, but messengers of wisdom and love, guiding lost souls back to the right path.
The Soul King looked at Yhwach, a powerful being who had once been equally glorious but had lost his way because of obsession. A complicated glint flashed through his eyes.
True salvation was not merely destruction and rebirth. One had to make the other person recognize their own mistakes from the depths of their heart, so that they would willingly set foot upon the right path.
Thus, he slowly raised his right hand. What appeared to be a gentle wave contained the purest spiritual power and endless wisdom between heaven and earth, forming a torrent of irresistible force that surged straight toward Yhwach.
His punch contained the supreme power of authority and the fist. It was both a challenge to Yhwach and a form of salvation for him.
He chose the most direct and profound method of education—subduing others with force, while transforming them with his heart.
A salvation that would make Yhwach turn over a new leaf through a beating!
Yhwach stood before the Soul King, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.
He had never imagined that the power once regarded as invincible would prove so frail before the Soul King. As the Soul King threw that