Holy light poured down from the star-filled night sky.
It enveloped Galatea's entire body within a dazzling pillar of light.
Her figure gradually became illusory.
Her graceful body displayed soul-stirring curves beneath the radiance.
The phantom of her long hair cascading like a waterfall added an even more ethereal beauty.
Until the outline of a pair of wings began to emerge from her back.
As the broad wings gently flapped, the pillar of light bloomed and transformed into countless motes of light.
Galatea, having completed her transformation, once again appeared before the eyes of every human and yoma present.
An elegant, beautiful aura, flawless white wings, golden hair and eyes, and the Claymore clenched in her hand.
Combined with the specks of golden light falling from the sky.
The entire forest was filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere.
"Th-That's an Angel?!"
At this moment, not only the Mole Cricket Demon and his yoma horde, but also the many members of the Greedy Wolf Star Special Forces—the Swordsmen, mages, war Alchemists, Beast God soldiers, and others—were left dumbstruck.
After all, Angels were rare even to them.
"How is this possible? Angels really exist in this world? No! That's not right!"
"You must be fake! I am God's messenger! I'll tear apart your disguise!"
Having come back to his senses, the Mole Cricket Demon became unusually agitated.
With a crazed expression, he let out hysterical roars at Galatea.
His composure had completely shattered, and his eyes were filled with Envy and resentment.
For the Mole Cricket Demon, who called himself the "Messenger of Heaven," had never been to Takamagahara, much less delivered messages for the gods.
Sometimes, folk legends really were nothing more than rumors.
By comparison, another Japanese legend better fit his actual nature.
A yoma that liked to hide