Just as Leon was overwhelmed by the God of Light's negative emotions, the power of the world moved at the critical moment.
Golden light surged from Leon's body, wrapping around that chaotic power, suppressing it, and digesting it.
The negative emotions were filtered by the power of the world, like water passing through a filter: impurities were left behind while pure water flowed through.
The anger was filtered away, leaving only power.
The hatred was filtered away, leaving only power.
Fear, despair, jealousy—all of it was filtered away.
Pure power flooded into Leon's body and fused with his flesh and blood.
His muscles swelled, becoming tighter and denser. Fibers beneath his skin thickened one by one, his bones hardened, their density increased, and the cartilage around his joints grew thicker.
He could hear the sounds within his body: muscles tearing and reforming, bones breaking and healing, blood rushing through his veins like a swelling river.
Leon opened his eyes.
His eyes were golden—the radiance of the world's power.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. Black powder still clung to his fingers.
He brushed the powder away, rose to his feet, and walked straight toward the next stone coffin.
The God of Darkness's coffin...
Its lid was still there, but it had already split in two. Leon pushed it aside, and inside was the same black powder.
He reached inside.
Chaotic power surged into him again, even more violently this time. The God of Darkness's fear before death was far stronger than the God of Light's.
After perishing together with the God of Light, He had likewise lain dormant in His divine kingdom, preparing for His return as king.
Then... He was killed in His sleep, without even a chance to resist.
His final sensation was darkness—not the