In the Sanctuary where only light exists, grand hymns resound like the tides.
One voice louder than the other.
One wave surpassing the next.
Countless voices calling together.
Calling His na!
(Holy!)
(Holy!)
(He is one, and He is all!)
(He is the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)
(He is the origin of faith, and the sunset of gods!)
(...)
(Holy!!!)
Such calls have continued for countless tis.
But gradually, the song subtly changed, and the words were slightly altered.
(Holy!)
(Holy!)
(You are one, and You are all!)
(You are the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)
(You are the origin of faith, and the sunset of gods!)
(...)
(Holy!!!)
The existence to which the hymn was directed was no longer the Divine Spirit overlooking humanity, but had turned into the Desecrator present here.
In that vast hymn, four jade-like hands grasped the edges of a fissure, pushing forcefully to slowly open the crack further.
Crack… crack…
As the rift expanded, the eyes seed to endure great pain, trembling violently.
Yet they seed excited by the events unfolding, bloodshot with anticipation.
Suddenly, the pupils split into gaps, like mouths, opening and closing, emitting a high-pitched hymn.
"Holy!"
"After the sunset, He is finally born!"
The sound of Holy was so high-pitched that it could deafen any mortal who stumbled into this place!
As the hymn reached its climax, the pupil was thoroughly torn apart.
Crack!
From the cracks in the eyes, a figure enveloped in wings fell.
But did not fall to the ground, instead halting mid-air, suspended by nothing.
The silky mbrane wrapping the outer layer of wings broke apart, quickly drying and shedding.
Bzz——
At this mont, all hymns vanished, leaving only a terrifying hum causing the space to tremble lightly.
Crack… crack…
The originally surrounding six pairs of black wings outside the huge pupil now revealed only three pairs of white wings, slowly unfolding in the buzzing sound, unveiling the entity they protected beneath.
It was a tall, slender woman.
Her long hair like a golden waterfall cascaded down to her waist, shimring gently under the light, as if each strand contained divine power.
Her forehead was smooth like white jade, embedded with a diamond-shaped gem emitting a faint golden glow, a symbol of her holy status.
The most captivating feature was her arms; she... had four arms!
Her four arms were fair and slender, seemingly carved from the purest marble.
Holy light expanded from her body, resonating with the lights within the entire space.
From this remarkable scene, it was not difficult to see that she was an Angel.
And furthermore, an Angel of significant rank!
But shortly after the wings spread out, an irresistible blackness silently and instantly began to creep upwards from the base of the wings.
Within a few breaths, it turned all three pairs of wings black, including her radiant golden hair and the golden gem on her forehead, becoming pitch black in an instant.
All holiness vanished completely, within seconds, turning into emptiness and... evil.
She had Fallen.
Once more transford into a Fallen Angel.
Within the Aurora, the unclad Fallen Angel kept her eyes tightly shut, floating in mid-air, her three enormous wings spread out, simply hovering there.
After a long ti, she finally shook her head slowly, uttering a sound devoid of emotion.
"Indeed…"
"No matter how many tis I start anew, I will fall again."
As her words fell, the long-muted hymn echoed once more!
Reverberating in the Aurora Sanctuary with a zeal ten tis greater than before.
(Holy!)
(Holy!!)
(Holy!!!)
(Praise be to Your arrival!)
The Fallen Angel listened to the hymn and chants, calmly shook her head.
"A bunch of pitiful souls unwilling to face reality…"
With a sigh, her eyes opened slightly for a mont, but soon closed again.
If anyone could capture that fleeting detail, they could see her afflicted with... tiny pupils.
"Speaking of, was there not a Devotee of the Divine Spirit who broke in during my transformation not long ago?"
"On him..."
The Fallen Angel pondered, as a black robe inscribed with bizarre patterns erged on her body, a veil appeared before her, concealing her eyes.
"What exactly was that scent?"
.
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anwhile, in another corner of the world, another significant event occurred.
In the eternally snow-covered extre northern lands, a war erupted unknown to anyone.
Divine Battle!!!
"Let go of !!!"
Not long before, in front of Herbert, exhibiting her divine might, displaying the majesty of a goddess, the Ice and Snow Goddess now bared her teeth in rage, glaring furiously at the cursed entity holding her captive.
It was sowhat unfortunate.
Angry, but to no avail.
The furious deanor of the Ice and Snow Goddess even appeared sowhat adorable in the eyes of her captor… rather, exceedingly adorable.
Previously towering before Herbert like a giant beast, now reduced to the size of an ordinary house cat, gently held on a thigh, stroked of her snow-white long fur.
If the form previously shown before Herbert was agile like a lynx, her current state solely retained the fluffiness and cuteness of a long-haired cat.
Yes.
This was her real form, the previous avatar shown was only the Ice and Snow Goddess's self-perception, but not her true bodily form.
The being holding down this avatar of the goddess was also a goddess.
The woman appeared about thirty years old, robed in a garnt woven from pine branches.
Her face was soft and kind, with maternal radiance emanating from each expression, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, as if comforting all living things.
As she looked down at the Ice and Snow Goddess, her eyes filled with tenderness and care, like a mother gazing at her mischievous child.
"Hecayas~ my dear child~ don't be angry anymore~"
Her voice was calm, tone gentle, pace slow.
But to the Ice and Snow Goddess's ears, the voice was harsh.
"Ah ah ah!"
The white cat was enraged, wriggling its body attempting to struggle, only to be held back again and again.
"Damn God of Cold Winter! You are not my mother! Don't act like this towards !"
She roared angrily, her voice penetrating the icy plains, scaring away many creatures slumbering in the snow.
But the God of Cold Winter showed no anger, instead continuing to console her, smiling softly:
"Hehe~ what are you saying~"
"Uphemia!!!!"
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