He leaped into the air.
The enormous Silver Moon hung high above the Star Sea. The god held his arms level, his body suspended upside down before the Silver Moon:
"In the name of the Ancient God of Balance, Lord of the Blood Feast, I shall pass judgment upon you."
The dark gold gleam of the scales further suppressed the blood-red aura. The card in his hand flew from between his fingers and pressed against the god's heart.
In a daze, the brown-haired girl saw the transparent body of a silver-haired woman overlapping halfway with the god's body, hanging upside down before the Silver Moon.
The night wind howled, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. The Silver Moon's radiance reached its peak, and the god's body seemed about to melt completely into that moon.
But it did not.
The inverted god's body fell. The Founding Silver Moon received the baptism of divinity, and the Silver Moon's radiance gathered at his left foot.
His left foot slid forward, pulling his right foot down after it. Beneath the moonlit night, above Tobesk, his feet traced brilliant, resplendent silver streaks through the air.
The dazzling streak, laced with dark gold, detached from the path of his feet and gradually expanded in the night sky.
It shattered the night sky and cleaved apart the tranquil summer night. Beneath the stars, the slash of Silver Moonlight descended like a falling strip of white silk toward the banquet table in the air, toward the enormous mass of flesh at the other end of it.
The colossal Moon Scar, half the length of the city, finally collided with the blood-red mass of flesh. The blood-red light completely dissipated, taking with it the three eyeballs on the Dark Gold Scales.
The Lord of the Blood Feast