Millions, if not billions, of years had passed since she was last woken up—when was the last ti again?
When she faced Zylarith?
Maybe.
But that did not matter right now.
First, she needed to understand why she was awake in the first place.
With that thought in her mind, she raised her hand in a graceful, effortless manner, and with a soft flick of her fingers—
Whoosh
The golden light around her shifted, folding inward, and Seraphielle slowly closed her eyes, as if prepared to accept what was coming. Even an action as simple as this carried such grace that Lord Light, who was witnessing everything with his own eyes, felt… at peace.
It was so different from the constant chaotic thoughts he had in his head that he felt like… he was bewitched.
He couldn't move his eyes away from Lady Seraphielle, and this feeling was so strong that it felt like even if the very temple itself fell, that wouldn't change.
Lady Seraphielle's Aura was… simply unfathomable.
For a heartbeat, even the temple itself fell silent. There was no sound, no hum, no movent—only absolute stillness, as if anticipating what was about to co.
And finally—
It happened.
Fwooom
A wave of golden flickering energy burst from her body, spreading through the Hall of Radiance like a tide of pure divinity. Her form seed to dissolve into that very brilliance, her body and light rging together until she beca one with the golden radiance itself.
The temple brightened beyond reason—walls, ceiling, even the sacred inscriptions vanished under the flood of light.
Lord Light shielded his eyes out of instinct, yet even his radiant form felt… small, fragile, and unworthy beneath her true presence.
The marble beneath Seraphielle lted into liquid gold. The halo behind her spun faster, expanding until it engulfed the entire temple.
As the light surged outward, every being within the Light Temple felt it—a holy pressure… pure, graceful, peaceful, yet… crushing.
And in an instant, every being in the Supre World of Light realized it—
This…
This was the return of Light.
Whoosh
The golden radiance expanded even further, touching every corner of the Supre World of Light, pouring into the skies, escaping through the clouds—before it spread through the very fabric of the Universe.
The Light Borns outside gasped, falling to their knees.
The dark Universe Void was split with golden lines; the stars brightened, constellations realigned. Every living being felt the pure power of light spreading around them—no matter how far they were.
Yes, every being in the Universe could feel her.
Sothing had happened.
Sothing… had awakened.
And considering how this had happened right after they were done watching the Chain Breakers' announcent… they all realized what was happening.
The Supre Worlds were making a move.
And the beings throughout the rest of the Universe—those who could understand what was happening—held their breaths.
This was… the beginning.
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
Within the temple, the golden energy around Seraphielle began to condense.
Slowly, gracefully, her perfect, divine form that seed untouched by even ti itself returned.
But this ti, her eyes—her eyes blazed brighter than before. The light they carried before now seed… insignificant.
Now, her eyes reflected understanding.
Golden ripples spread across her mind like pages of history unfolding—the fragnts of wars, trillions and trillions of prayers, her final battle against Zylarith, and the Anomaly that challenged their Authority—all returned at once.
"So…"
She whispered softly, her voice echoing through both the temple and beyond.
"Soone dared to challenge us after all these years…"
She smiled faintly, though there was no warmth in her expression—it was only… amusent.
"…This is certainly amusing."
Lord Light trembled where he stood. His radiance faltered, almost fading away as he stood in Seraphielle's presence. Even though she had not released a drop of killing intent, the weight of her words seed to press against his soul itself.
Seraphielle, however, did not know he was going through all that—or maybe she knew; she just… did not care.
She just… flicked her hand again.
That was all it was.
Just a flick.
Nothing more.
But…
WHOOOOM
The entire Universe responded.
Entire galaxies slowed for a heartbeat, stars flickered, and even worlds untouched by Light felt their oceans shimr with gold.
Across countless stars, trillions and trillions of light-years ahead, every Light Born—who was sent to investigate different regions—suddenly froze.
Their eyes widened as a flood of mories poured into them—ancient, buried mories that had been sealed away for eons.
Visions of Seraphielle's last battle, the final confrontation with Zylarith, the day she had fallen into slumber.
Her voice, her image, her power—they rembered everything.
Her face, which was once an indistinct, incomprehensible blur in their minds, now appeared crystal clear.
Her na—sothing they did not even know a second ago—now burned like fire upon their tongues.
Even the younger Light Borns, the ones who hadn't experienced the previous Grand War of the Five Supre Worlds, learned of Seraphielle's existence.
It was as if… a part of the Light Borns that was sealed deep within had now returned.
The Light Borns… were now complete.
"Lady Seraphielle…"
Every Light Born trembled.
Their wings spread wide, their halos flared, their hearts filled with awe and reverence.
She was awake.
The Light Infinity—Seraphielle Light—had returned.
And then—
"My children."
Her voice echoed through the cosmos.
She didn't need any artifact or a link to communicate—her voice traveled through Light itself, able to reach every single world, every single city, every single being throughout the Universe.
Yes, the Light Infinity was now addressing the entire Universe.
"Your cries have reached ."
She spoke softly, her tone deepened—majestic and calm, like the final light of dawn addressing the night.
"For too long, I let it go.
What happened, I let it happen, thinking the intelligence and free will the Universe bestowed upon them would let them understand and find the right path on their own.
I believed peace would hold this fragile Universe together.
Yet…
My thoughts were proven wrong.
The guilty did not repent.
The cruel did not reflect.
And the Shadows—
The Shadows have forgotten their place."
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