A golden orb of light detached from the wheel and drifted down, passing through the thousand-mile landscape gilded by Holy Light until it floated before Lin En.
The orb gave off its own Holy Light. It was remarkably stable, and its radiance was pure.
It looked much like the manifestation of Holy Light Yellow Pelt used to hide his face.
Then the Golden Light spread in ripples, ring after ring. A golden curtain of light pushed outward from the center until it reached the edge of the Consciousness Space.
Two words appeared behind the curtain: [No-Fly].
Lin En stared at them for two seconds.
Ornate Gothic script.
Even the font had special effects.
Good grief. What had he drawn?
The system announced: [Congratulations, host. You have obtained a trait: No-Fly.]
The trait's information appeared in the Golden Light right after.
Trait name: [No-Fly]
[Grade: Gold (Legendary)]
[Effect: At some point, growing wings became a mark of a powerful daemon. Do you hate seeing daemons take to the sky? Within the domain, all living creatures are forbidden from flying.]
[Note: Only angels deserve to fly!]
...Hiss.
Nice, nice, nice... Wait.
Ezekyle Abaddon?
Wasn't that what our dear Abaddon had said when he tore the wings off a daemon back when he still served the Imperium?
Ezekyle Abaddon had been the First Company captain of the Sixteenth Legion, the Sons of Horus, and later became the heir to the Horus Heresy.
The Shadow Lord, the Marauder, undefeated in a hundred battles: dear old Abaddon.
Back when he still served the Imperium, Abaddon had been Horus's most valued captain. His standing had been much like Calgar's now: the Primarch's foremost son.
He had cut down countless Chaos Daemons on the battlefield. Once, Abaddon tore the wings off a daemon with his bare hands.