What exactly made a plot a satisfactory one?
Without a doubt, the scene unfolding before them was completely satisfactory. When justice and evil clashed, when evil gained the upper hand and justice was about to be defeated—
At that moment.
Only at that moment could justice rise from adversity, sweep away its earlier defeat, and fight a beautiful comeback battle.
That was a privilege reserved for heroes.
It was a treatment that only the protagonist hero fighting for justice in World War II could enjoy.
Rumble!
Beneath the holy light.
Sharir bathed in holy light with his eyes slightly closed, the wounds on his body healing rapidly. His golden hair grew longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, while behind him, the wings symbolizing light and justice gently beat.
Before Sharir was the Sacred Sword of Light, also known as the Sword of Victory and Covenant. The long sword suddenly began to hum, then with a whoosh, it flew straight into Sharir's hand.
"Sharir."
"You believe in the light and fight for the light. The light will surely protect you and fight alongside you!"
Sacred Keisha's voice came through the portal. "In the name of Sacred Keisha, I bestow upon Sharir the title of Victorious Holy Angel of my Heavenly Court of Light. Protect the light and dispel the darkness!"
As her words fell.
With a whoosh.
Sharir, whose eyes had been tightly closed, opened them. Looking down, he saw his golden blood dripping onto the sand. At that moment, beautiful flowers bloomed wherever it fell.
The portal to the Heavenly Court of Light closed in an instant.
The gazes of everyone in the desert town fell upon Sharir. He had just fought to protect them, nearly been defeated by the Fallen Angels, and now had undergone a