That dazzling golden radiance had not come from the stars of the universe, nor from any known form of energy.
It had come from human hearts, from the seven billion small yet great souls on this planet.
It was a mother's prayer for her child, a warrior's resolve as he gripped his weapon, a doctor's tireless hands, and the hope of survivors beneath the rubble as they looked to the sky.
When that torrent of will poured into Tiga's body, the Color Timer that had been about to go out stopped blinking and turned gold.
Beneath this light, the thick darkness that had shrouded the entire planet, as though it would drag civilization into an eternal night, began to melt away like ice and snow beneath the warm spring sun.
For the first time, an emotion called "fear" emerged within Gatanothor's chaotic consciousness.
Its tentacles lashed out madly, whipping up destructive energy powerful enough to tear apart the continental shelf.
Yet even such an attack, the instant it touched that golden light, became nothingness like rotten wood thrown into a furnace.
Glitter Tiga made no unnecessary movements. He merely raised a hand.
It was an exceedingly simple motion, yet it stirred immense energy.
He pushed forward.
Golden light erupted violently, piercing straight through Gatanothor's body.
Gatanothor let out a mournful cry and launched one final resistance.
But before the power of Tiga's Glitter Form, it was all meaningless.
In the end, amid the golden radiance, Gatanothor's mountain-like body began to break down and dissipate from its edges.
This battle that had determined the fate of the planet ended with astonishing speed after Glitter Tiga appeared.
Inside the control center of the space elevator, the "Tower of Babel," Masaki Keigo watched through the enormous observation window as the sky was reclaimed