Millions, if not billions, of years had passed since she was last woken up—when was the last time again?
When she faced Zylarith?
Maybe.
But that did not matter right now.
First, she needed to understand why she was awake in the first place.
With that thought in her mind, she raised her hand in a graceful, effortless manner, and with a soft flick of her fingers—
Whoosh
The golden light around her shifted, folding inward, and Seraphielle slowly closed her eyes, as if prepared to accept what was coming. Even an action as simple as this carried such grace that Lord Light, who was witnessing everything with his own eyes, felt… at peace.
It was so different from the constant chaotic thoughts he had in his head that he felt like… he was bewitched.
He couldn't move his eyes away from Lady Seraphielle, and this feeling was so strong that it felt like even if the very temple itself fell, that wouldn't change.
Lady Seraphielle's Aura was… simply unfathomable.
