Silver light covered everything.
Dead silence.
No one knew how long it lasted.
Only then did the blurred field of vision slowly return.
Shrill high-frequency static came with crackling sounds. Dense gray mist filled the open-air stone hall, now reduced to ruins and riddled with spatial rifts.
Arcs and sparks drifted through the air. The torrential rain continued.
Drip, drip.
A young man in red robes, a seven-colored halo behind his head, walked barefoot through the mist.
Soon, he stopped.
He bent down and picked up a dimly glowing crown from a puddle of paint on the ground.
This was the symbol of rank left behind after Pablo, the "Triangle Jazz," had fallen, as well as the medium of the April Law.
Snap.
Gilan snapped his fingers.
A tiny arc leaped from his fingertips and landed on the ground, immediately covering that pool of viscous paint.
Then, a glass bead the size of a lychee, brilliant as a diamond, appeared in Gilan's hand... Pablo, a ninth-rank apostle, had ultimately been refined into pure energy.
Gilan said nothing.
He turned and walked toward the other side.
As expected, Gabriel, the "Cupbearer Physician," had likewise failed to survive the destructive bombardment of silver lightning. Only bloodstained remains and an illusory crown were left on the ground.
Gilan picked up the other's crown as well.
Yet, just as he had with Par, the "Windmill Cat," he did not touch Gabriel's remains.
Bzz—
A sacred golden light tore through the night, piercing the swirling thunderstorm clouds as it descended from the heavens.
Omer has come to guide His angel away again...
Leaning on his white cane, Gilan slowly raised his head as the illusory scarlet ribbons behind him danced.
He silently watched it all without interfering.
The remaining red feathers, bloodstains, and dust on