Spirit Lord's Divine Kingdom.
Within the marble palace, Sulu's true body abruptly rose to its feet. "Demon..."
He murmured softly, his gaze seeming to cross countless worlds.
Light spread across the surrounding marble pillars, which nearly began to melt beneath the divine might.
Scene after scene of phantoms emerged, as though this temple had connected to countless worlds, until the view finally settled upon a kingdom of ice and snow.
There, a black silhouette seemed to be blocking everything.
"Spirit World Travel!"
A faint roar rang out. A speck of light could be seen piercing through the blackness, trying to reach this place.
The next moment, streams of black vapor spread out like tentacles, seizing that speck of light and dragging it back.
Hiss! Hiss!
The blackness invaded rapidly. Terrifying chaos and corruption even seeped into this Divine Kingdom.
Strands of black hair, seemingly alive, spread through the great hall.
"My Lord..."
The many feather-robed Angels hurriedly withdrew from the hall, not daring to remain any longer.
Even so, the few who retreated slowest had black hair cling to their wings.
In an instant, their wings turned pitch-black. With howls, they tore apart their own skin, their bones twisting at bizarre angles as they transformed into terrifying Abyssal creatures.
"Just an Avatar... in my Divine Kingdom..."
Sulu's true body raised a hand. "Purification!"
Seven-colored radiance gathered in his palm, forming a rainbow bridge that drew in that speck of light.
Within the vast brilliance, the corrupted Angels screamed as copious pus and blood flowed from their bodies, rapidly restoring them to normal.
It seemed like an instant, yet also like eternity.
All the phantoms vanished.
Sulu pondered as he looked toward a hand at the center of the hall.
It was his Avatar. At this moment, only a severed palm