On a section of the Light Blood Road that had lain dead silent for countless Years, a blood-red storm was born above the shattered earth.
The "Blood Dust" that filled the road surged in from every direction. Its essence was Blood-Colored Crystals too tiny to see, yet they contained seemingly ineradicable "impurities."
Those impurities differed from one another, sharing only one trait: dark terror.
The dust here was mixed with the blood of the Mother Goddess and the monsters of the Dark Universe.
At that moment, beneath incomparably holy radiance, the impurities within the Blood Dust were driven out. They turned into wisps of black smoke and automatically merged into the corpses of monsters scattered across the Blood Road.
Tiny crystals containing holy power rushed in from all directions toward the suddenly expanding Octahedral Light Blood.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic Angel Phantom appeared.
She possessed a godlike body. Though hazy and insubstantial, the gentle, holy divinity surrounding her could not be concealed.
Behind her spread countless Snow-White Wings, speckled with bloodstains.
Upon her head rested a crown condensed from endless starlight. Holy Bone Armor covered her body, and she held a holy sword in her hand.
"Wherever I go, monsters from The Darkness must repent."
Boom!
Amid the holy decree, the longsword descended soundlessly.
The Divine Being with countless green-mold tentacles tried to struggle. Following the instincts lingering in its corpse, it attempted to entangle the archangel's body and drag her into its split-open abdomen.
But what greeted it was dissolving holy light. The holy sword collided with the tentacles, and the Divine Being let out a silent wail before convulsing and vanishing.
At the archangel's heart, Stana, enclosed within the octahedron, wore a calm expression. Yet a flash of joy still passed through her eyes.