As the dazzling and sacred Light Gun landed, a white light as if the world was being created illuminated heaven and earth.
There was no grand noise.
Instead, it became utterly quiet, so silent that not a single noise could be heard.
The white light that seemed capable of destroying everything yet also creating everything spread out in all directions, almost changing the surrounding spatial Laws in its wake.
When the brilliance faded, neither the rivers of blood nor the cold black ice on the ground remained. Not to mention the miasma left by the charging spears of blood or the Wild Hunt Legion.
In the black and moist soil, like that of newly ploughed fields, a gentle, hazy radiance was emanating.
It was like in a bright moonlit night, after spring rain, moonlight pours down onto the land like water. A fragrance of soil from deep within nature, brimming with vitality, could bring a strong sense of tranquility to anyone.
