Very soon, Kostchtchie vanished from this world completely. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling special effects of light and color. It was so calm it was almost laughable. Kostchtchie's death could not have been simpler.
Solam drove his golden spear into Kostchtchie's head, and then... then he died.
The instant Solam killed him, an unfathomable sensation suddenly came over him. It was hard to describe, a little like being cast into space, with intense weightlessness flooding Solam's mind. At the same time, a thought brimming with endless will invaded Solam's soul.
That will was chaotic and immense, containing an enormous amount of information. For the moment, Solam could not make sense of what the invading will was trying to convey. In any case, it seemed to be constantly urging him to do something.
Aside from that will, what Solam felt most clearly was wave after wave of inexplicable power pouring into his body. As those powers entered him, it felt as though countless warm currents were racing wildly through his body! The sensation was incredibly pleasurable! It was like soaking in a hot spring, so good that Solam stopped thinking altogether.
To an outsider, Solam's current state would have been even more astonishing.
His body floated in the air, countless divine radiances flickering over him! Those rays of divinity continuously gathered, eventually turning Solam into a humanoid sphere of light. The entire world seemed to have had its colors stolen by that light, as if Solam alone possessed color in this world.
Unfortunately, aside from the unconscious Sanguinius, no one witnessed this indescribable scene.
The phenomenon quickly faded. By the time Solam came back to his senses, he could already feel the changes within himself!
He had grown stronger!
Solam was not surprised by this at all! In the