With the Blood Angel's prayer, the tranquil moonlight transformed into fine needles and began to fall like rain.
At first, it was sparse as a drizzle. Then it thundered like a downpour.
It descended upon the earth like a saturated barrage, surrounding the entire world in moonlight and bleaching it white.
Even the underground depths, where the light could not reach because they were too deep, were instantly illuminated by the moonlight falling straight down. They grew brighter at a visible rate, until the entire world turned into a pure, immaculate white that completely blocked all sight, making it impossible to see anything.
The next moment, within that pure, flawless white light, a black lotus suddenly bloomed--
Like a cracked acorn, or a blossoming bud... layer upon layer unfolded, gradually expanding.
--It was not darkness, but nothingness. A hollow where nothing existed. Even light, which penetrated everywhere, could not fill it, and it continued dissolving the light around it.
"Dancing Skirt," whose vessel was on the verge of collapse, appeared right in the center.
When Iver saw this, he immediately realized that the moonlight the Blood Angel had prayed for was not meaningless.
This mass of nothingness was just like the portion dwelling inside the Swan King's head. Both were pieces torn away by the Whisper of the Void, not the true body.
Just as water could extinguish flames yet be evaporated by a greater fire, nothingness could devour and neutralize everything, but this boundless, pure light could counteract it in turn. Though it could not purify the nothingness directly, it could accelerate its self-dissolution.
--When the mechanism was not absolute, numbers clearly mattered!
Originally, even after Dancing Skirt endured two rounds of the Blood Angel's Hate Strike, she had only shattered into four pieces. Under the inexplicable suction, they