At this very moment, it was July 7. It was already deep into the night.
The sun from dusk had long since set, and the half-full crescent moon had already risen halfway into the sky.
Iver took a deep breath as he faced the moon.
On this incomparably long day, one Pillar God had changed positions, and four Angelic Authorities had fallen.
--And now, that barren desert which had endured since time immemorial like a myth was also about to disappear here.
No Sin Thorns coiled around him anymore, nor was there even the slightest flame burning. There was no thick smoke winding around him, either. He wore only a plain white robe, with the proof of the former friendship between the King of Scaled Ones and the King of Winged Ones draped over his shoulders. Six wings spread behind him as he hovered in the air.
Under the combined control of the Abyss Angel and the Sin Beast, all the Sin Thorns had been transformed into pure power, converted into Angel Shards and purified mana.
As for the Sin Thorns beneath the desert, Iver had already decompressed them and extracted their power, then resealed the corrupted information into solid Star Ice.
At this moment, they lay scattered throughout the desert like dice of different sizes, each glittering with a different-colored radiance beneath the moonlight.
As Iver raised the Pearl Clam, it gradually began to shine with dazzling rainbow light. It slowly left his hand and began to float on its own.
It had the same colors as Star Ice.
Even in Holy Spring City, the rainbow radiance blooming in the night sky could be seen.
The rhomboid light looked like a star that had suddenly brightened.
"Rainbow..."
Iver murmured.
That might once have been the color belonging to "hope,"