Inside the box, it felt as though an infinitely folded dark universe resided, yet within it shone endless radiance.
At the radiance's center, Gary Smith saw a magnificent figure cloaked in white robes, adorned with countless pristine, white wings...
It resembled the amalgamation of countless radiant worlds...
More like a flowing river of light...
...
Countless light-related forms overlapped, exuding loftiness, grandeur, sanctity, and...
indescribable!
No words could portray Its existence, yet It possessed a transcendent charm that surpassed all racial aesthetics.
The distortions and horrors perceived by mortals were merely the inability of lower-dimensional beings to comprehend such ultimate beauty.
Simply laying eyes on It would make anyone instinctively humble themselves, prostrating before It.
Even the alluring force of the Succubus Ancestor paled into insignificance before It.
It was the true essence of rules, the source of the eternal law of myriad universes.
