An endless radiance pierced the darkness, surging without pause.
It filled the world like air and became the foundation of life like the earth.
It warmed the flesh and blood of all beings like flame and seeped into the cracks between all things like flowing water.
Only pure light could pierce the darkness of the void—for that light was none other than a miracle itself.
After shining for eleven seconds, the radiance gradually faded.
The "void" that appeared before Iver was already kneeling on one knee, restored to its original form.
He had transformed back into the appearance of the Ring Angel, shedding the shell that had been gnawed by the insects of the starry sky. Yet his entire body was in tatters, and his recovery had become extremely slow... Compared to the him who could recover to his peak in an instant when the battle had first begun, so much time had now passed and he had only just managed to regrow his head. The holes bored through his body by the insects had yet to heal.
The "void" clinging to him had already been slain by [Light Illuminating All Beings Realm] because of its hostility toward Iver.
But as the vessel carrying the void, the Ring Angel had not died from that attack.
Iver hovered in the air, watching the Ring Angel with a solemn, cautious expression.
"...Hmph."
The Ring Angel snorted. His voice sounded weak and exhausted. "In the end, it was only this much..."
He spoke slowly as he gradually crawled to his feet. "Once it became completely independent and turned into an 'other'... it no longer possessed that power which made it impossible to distinguish anything..."
He sneered at the void that had vanished without a trace.
When the void existed within him, it had