As the golden light in Godspawn's eyes grew brighter and brighter, it seemed to be reborn.
The shattered skeletal remains did not reassemble, but new structures began growing from the breaks.
They were neither bone nor flesh.
They were a translucent grayish-white substance, like congealed mist.
It slowly took shape around the skeleton, without any clear outline, as though it were trying to determine its own form.
Several possible outlines appeared around it in turn, then dissipated one after another.
It did not settle on any of those forms, instead slowly shifting between them, like something still searching for a suitable shape.
Lynn stood at the church entrance, staring at the grayish-white radiance beyond the barrier, and stopped.
He could sense Godspawn's presence, and the feeling was different from before.
Previously, Godspawn had been a distinct mass of light, a strange creature containing several divine natures at once, with a clear outline and clearly defined attributes.
Now, it was more like a patch of mist taking shape. Its form was changing, its boundaries were changing, yet the eight divine natures within it seemed to have completely merged together.
This meant that every attack it made carried the properties of all eight divine rules—the attribute of "chaos."
Lynn sent a thought to Myriad Phenomena. "Godspawn succeeded. No need to act."
Myriad Phenomena withdrew the power it had already gathered.
Its senses also caught the fluctuations of the spacetime turbulence gradually calming down. The energies that had once torn Godspawn apart were now circling around it.
There was no corrosion, no rejection. Like water flowing around a stone, they passed naturally along both sides of its body.
Godspawn had successfully merged with them.
Chaos Dragon rose from the edge of Death Island.
As it turned toward the spacetime turbulence, its golden pupils