"Greetings to you, dead Aeon."
Amidst the turbulent storm, Dominicus raised his magnificent face once again and spread his hands wide:
"On the first day, I bestow reality."
The golden double claws slowly raised high.
"On the second day, I bestow the calendar."
The halo behind him surged once more.
"On the third day, I bestow speech."
The radiance of divinity drifted about in all directions.
"On the fourth day, I bestow value."
Surging power gathered from all corners.
"On the fifth day, I bestow rules."
Golden streams of light constantly leaped.
"On the sixth day, I bestow meaning."
The fissures in the sky widened once again.
"On the seventh day, I bestow dignity."
The dead Aeon extended her fingertips and reached toward Dominicus once again.
"About to witness the Primal Design!"
"By this seven-day oath, I command you to obey my orders--"
"It is not you that created all things, but humans... who recreated you!"
"--using your divine body as the foundation for our paradise!"
Seeing this scene, Yan Huan soared into the air once again, the flames on the long sword in his hand igniting instantly.
"Mere Aeon Emanator, how dare you send me away empty-handed!"
He reached out abruptly, aiming for the intersection of Dominicus and that hand of the Aeon.
"Taixu's Grasp!"
In an instant, the entire space halted completely, and even the giant white hand containing the power of the Aeon showed cracks.
Crack--!!
Everything within the field of vision shattered instantly like fragments of glass.
Dominicus grabbed his head in pain, as if his mind had suffered a heavy blow, and the fissures in the sky shattered in the previous attack as well.
But Yan Huan's attack was not yet over; as his hands formed hand seals, the clouds in the night sky began