Just as accumulated snow meets the blazing sun.
Their souls rapidly became transparent, then transformed into a pale fog that tumbled in midair, until finally only fine ash fell from the sky.
Hundreds of powerful Evil Spirits vanished just like that.
Ordinary souls, against which Ireta, the holder of the Death Authority, could become their bane, posed no match for these Evil Spirits that had been soaked in the aura of the Evil God for centuries. Their true nemesis was only one thing – the Holy Light.
The Holy Light continued to spread.
With astonishing speed.
Under the rapid spread of the Holy Light, everything happening further ahead seemed incredibly slow.
Whether it was the Evil Spirits or the Corpse Ghosts possessed by them, they all seemed to have fallen into a quagmire of slow motion, as if frozen in a painting behind a mirror.
Then, the painting shattered, inch by inch.
Like thick ice silently melting away.
Layers upon layers of sinister darkness were stripped away.
