This was why powerful Gods could stand against an entire fleet through their own strength alone.
Even materials made with the most advanced technology, indestructible as their atoms were interlocked with one another, seemed feeble before the Power of True Words.
The Power of True Words could penetrate down to the atomic level, carrying out the most precise and thorough destruction, causing any material structure to collapse and disintegrate before it.
Along with Deus's disappearance, it now abruptly vanished like an extinguished candle flame.
As his power dissipated, all the things tightly bound in midair by that power lost their support as well.
Misra, the Divine Maiden of the Divine Kingdom, was one of them.
Her body, which had been floating in the air, slowly fell like a kite with its string cut.
Seeing this, Arora felt an inexplicable impulse rise within her.
She leaped fiercely, her body tracing a graceful arc through the air as she rapidly approached the falling Misra. Yet when she finally saw the other girl's face clearly, she froze.
It was a face she knew incomparably well. Countless times, she had gazed at her own reflection in still water, and the face before her now was astonishingly similar to that reflection.
Though there were slight differences in the details, Misra's features were more exquisite and carried an extraordinary air. After all, she was the daughter of a God, while Arora was merely an ordinary mortal.
Yet the resemblance was enough to leave Arora shocked and confused.
Arora carefully held Misra as they slowly landed, her heart full of doubt and bewilderment.
At that moment, she seemed to understand why Asura had always treated her so strangely. That feeling of familiarity mixed with estrangement had finally found its answer.
This girl named Misra was actually Asura's