The light was intense enough to scorch the retinas.
Countless golden particles fell from the sky and rose from the earth.
A fierce wind belonging solely to the Lord of Utopia swept forth, and specks of light appeared within it from nowhere, like fireflies dancing through the night.
Each speck was smaller than a finger, like fireflies on a summer night.
In the platinum-white world, innumerable golden points of light drifted down, slowly flickering in and out as they spun with the wind, continuously scattering upward into the sky.
Like golden dandelions carried by the wind, countless golden motes danced across the horizon, breathtakingly beautiful.
The soul-stirringly beautiful motes danced through the boundless world. Whenever they encountered the pitch-black wind, they clung to it and diminished its color...
The Demon King coiled in the sky trembled once more. It wanted to flee, but it was useless.
It could not leave.
Those golden motes were actually tiny Word of Power Blades, while the colorless wind that had risen was an essential component of the Dystopia domain—the God Eater domain.
Those tiny golden blades seeped into its body, then clamped down on its feet like chains, continuously climbing upward.
Every falling mote of golden light meant that an equal portion of the Faceless Demon King's divinity had been stripped away...
The invisible, formless gale greedily licked at the Demon King's divinity from the end of time. Before it knew it, it had taken on a blackness that had absolutely not arisen from corrosion...
The divinity of the Decadence Wind was being devoured by it.
Its damaged divinity made the Decadence Wind twist violently. Like a raging wind that embodied calamity, it surged furiously from every corner of this world and slammed toward its natural enemy.
Its instinct for survival had made it