"The guilty did not repent.
The cruel did not reflect.
And the Shadows—
The Shadows have forgotten their place."
Those words echoed throughout the Universe, heard by every single being, be it in the Faction of Light, Darkness, Eternity, or Balance.
Even those who weren't directly or even indirectly linked with any of these Factions—even those who were learning of the very existence of the Supreme World of Light for the first time—heard her voice.
The golden radiance that carried her words still rippled through the cosmos. Worlds glowed like stars, suns dimmed before her light, and even the void itself seemed to shimmer, unable to reject her presence.
In every corner of existence—be it worlds of flame, oceans of mist, or the frozen cities drifting through eternity—they all felt her presence.
It… it felt like the Universe itself was allowing it to happen.
"My children,"
Seraphielle spoke again.
"The storm you feel… is not the end.
