Aurelkar's pupils contracted—violently.
"…Angel God-Emperor?"
The shock was written all over his face.
This kind of power—
In any world, it was rare to the point of legend. Practically myth.
The only answer he got was a sword.
Andona hovered in the heart of the holy light.
Twenty pairs of golden wings unfurled behind her, each feather etched with ancient, radiant runes.
She gathered all her power into the Angelic Sword—
And brought it down.
BOOM.
CRACK.
BOOM—!
Shockwaves exploded across the sky in rapid succession.
Aurelkar's avatar was forced back, step by step.
That overwhelming, untouchable presence he carried—
Finally began to crack.
Only then did Ethan truly understand.
When that golden vein of liquid energy had been brought back to Emerald Castle,
The one who'd gained the most from it—
Wasn't him.
It was Andona.
The moment her body first touched that liquid energy, her evolution had already begun.
