The Colors of Myth and Epic

In the Forest of Tartalia, the monsters were no longer as joyous as before. As Supernatural Creatures, they were utterly unable to suppress their fear. Bit by bit, with great difficulty, they raised their heads and looked toward the pitch-black night sky after the Kingdom of Light vanished.

They saw a pair of eyes slowly open.

No one could describe what kind of eyes they were. The instant those eyes gazed upon them, nearly every supernatural being felt their souls tremble, as though their bodies and minds had begun to burn themselves. Bloody tears streamed from the corners of their eyes, and they involuntarily lowered their heads again.

A thought arose in their minds.

Gods cannot be looked upon directly!

That was not "Light." It was another god.

In the final instant before lowering their heads, they saw pair after pair of unknowable, unmeasurable, unseeable eyes opening within that infinitely lofty void. Within every pair of eyes lay terrifying power beyond perception.

The Kingdom of Light had been opened by its believers and had welcomed the terrifying influence of Origin Star, only to be almost instantly wiped away.

After those pairs of eyes opened, the billions of ordinary people without Supernatural Power seemed to have collectively been struck by some kind of Illusion Incantation. They no longer yearned for the Divine Miracles of the Lord of Light and continued living according to their original routines.

Apart from a tiny few, all supernatural beings lowered their heads.

An absurd yet incomparably real feeling emerged from the depths of their souls.

*At this moment, Origin Star is being watched by the myriad spirits beyond the mysterious. They may not all have fully awakened, but they will not allow the Lord of Light to display a Divine Miracle sufficient to make billions of