As [Holy Light Manifestation Torrent of Light] completely collapsed, the only light left in the sky was Lyra, high in the depths of the night, and the silver-haired Regent behind her, holding the girl gently in her arms.
Noticing several Light Bishops attempting to take away the Pope of Light, Hebrew, who had already lost the ability to fight, Anthony immediately began chanting a spell in his mind. The arcane particles in the air drew together and condensed, forming shards of arcana hanging across the heavens, sealing off all the space around the Pope.
High above, six wings of light, golden and sun-bright, clung to the Empire Princess's deep black, luxurious gown, making the soft robe and that waterfall of silver-white hair glow even more brilliantly. The heat upon them was no longer the scorching blaze of battle, but the warmth of a winter sun.
