That moment.
Floro's hand passed through the nonexistent amber, grasping at empty air.
Even though fear had robbed her of her courage, Akentu, sprawled on the ground, could not help widening her eyes at the sight. "What is this?" she rasped and screamed. "Gaia, you actually lied to me...?"
Yet no one cared about her terror and fury, because the Demon King's voice was soon drowned out by an even sharper shriek—that was Floro's voice, and also the voice of the Twilight Dragon.
In an instant, the world trembled faintly.
At the spot touched by Floro's fingertips, white light suddenly blazed. It surged out from within the "amber," like countless flowing veins of light, dazzling beyond compare. The next moment, a radiant halo bloomed, and a shock wave erupted after it.
Brando watched the dazzling light explode across his vision, like a flower of light opening in bloom. It was like the birth and death of a nova, flickering from a tiny spark into a blinding burst of radiance.
In that instant, Floro's figure was swallowed by endless light, and then Aloz's.
"Little Female Dragon..." Brando's eyes widened as he instinctively reached out toward them.
But all he could grasp was destined to be nothingness.
Brilliant light swept in every direction. Strands and streaks of radiance intertwined into a surging current that burst outward, spreading across the entire world in an instant—
For some reason, when he saw this scene, a sentence flashed into Brando's mind without warning:
When Martha was born, light was born. Light illuminated the eternal darkness. That was the beginning of everything.
He shook his head, as if trying to drive the strange thought from his mind. But his head was growing hazy, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The system repeatedly emitted harsh alarms