The white aurora was blindingly bright, even more dazzling than the "high-powered light bulb" flying through the sky.
Though harsh on the eyes, it felt extraordinarily comfortable upon the skin.
No one present was ordinary, and they soon adapted to the aurora. Of course, that was also because the light gradually began to fade.
"What happened?" Yōse Kensei alone covered his eyes as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
A trace of fascination flashed through Nangong Natsuki's eyes, but it swiftly vanished.
In the field, the "angel" had flown even higher and now looked as though she faced a formidable enemy. Below her stood Kurumi, radiant with several different hues. From her, Nangong Natsuki sensed a holiness unlike that of the "Simulated Angel." Perhaps holiness was not the right word, nor was light—it felt more like a fusion of the two.
The white daylight gradually dimmed, yet its sensation remained unchanged, like the winter sun effortlessly driving the chill from one's body.
As the daylight faded, Nangong Natsuki finally saw Kurumi clearly.
The dainty girl still had her eyes shut, but her hair had turned pure white. Even her long lashes seemed suffused with light.
When she opened her eyes, the wind scattered her bangs and fully revealed Kurumi's exquisite face.
Nangong Natsuki's heart tightened. The girl's pale golden eyes held not a trace of emotion—cold, merciless, supreme—yet they inspired no desire to resist. All she wanted was to immediately fall to her knees and praise her greatness.
"What is this?" Nangong Natsuki's voice trembled faintly. "A god walking among us?"
Beside her, Yōse Kensei, whose eyes had only just recovered, was even more crazed. He shouted, "My Lord!" and spouted words that Nangong Natsuki could not understand.
If not for the chains binding him tightly, he would likely have