My soul shone with a brilliance of every color.
Aleister had once described himself that way.
Even enemies who wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb would not question the truth of that conclusion.
He bound countless possibilities to himself, and even a curse of inevitable failure could not stop him from inching toward his goal.
No, even that seemingly terrible curse was a symbol of his soul's radiance.
For absolute failure or absolute success was itself a manifestation of the Demon God Path.
But now, a dull, ashen hue spread across that indestructible, many-colored light like ink dropped into clear water.
This was not because Aleister's soul had developed a flaw or undergone a transformation, but because he was bathing in light.
Dazzling light.
Sacred light.
As that body formed, the signs of light severed every surrounding glow like blades piercing flesh.
The electronic lights of the instruments, the radiance of the angel Aiwass-even the light of Aleister's soul sank into dimness.
Though none of them had been restricted in any way, the light of stars could not be seen with the naked eye before the sun.
An inviolable, holy light filled the space like shimmering heat haze.
Only then did Aleister realize that the light emanating from Roland's body was as multicolored as his soul. It was simply so intense that it appeared to be a single color.
And more than this difference in weight, what concerned Aleister was the reach of this soul light.
It filled the entire building in an instant. Without the temple's restraints, the Cross Church would probably have gained another holiday.
After all, even Aleister as he was now could see only an infinitely extending sacred palace in the depths of that light.
"Adam."
A voice rang out in admiration.