Iver's pupils trembled violently.
He instinctively reached out, as if trying to grab hold of something.
Yet even Iver himself did not know what he would say after catching it.
It felt like knocking over a glass. Even when you knew there was no way to catch it, you still instinctively reached out.
Lucifer had always been an illusory remnant of longing, merely a tiny fragment severed from a complete soul. The fact that he had been able to sustain a preservation spell of this scale alone for so long clearly meant that he had reached his limit.
Preserving a piece of space-time that had been torn apart for thousands of years... The reason this was possible might have been that what happened here was itself an "error," and also a "taboo"...
"...All right."
Iver answered the void softly. "I'll remember."
As if responding to his words, the six white, gold-inlaid wings on the ground rose into the air--
They spiraled around Iver, gradually accelerating. Countless white feathers scattered and transformed into specks of light.
Meanwhile, a red glow gradually lit up the depths of Iver's eyes, followed by purple. Then came dark red, dim yellow, green, and blue, ultimately transforming into pure white light.
The wings suddenly shattered completely, becoming countless specks of light that were absorbed by Iver within.
Iver felt an extremely unfamiliar power surge into his body. That power was so immense that he felt the familiar sensation of being burst apart by power... The last time he had felt this way was when he had tried to use the Shadow Fiend's power despite his Shadow Affinity being insufficient.
At that moment, a blank system panel appeared before him.
It was not that words gradually emerged. Rather, runes of Deep Blue manifested in the void one