The sevenfold crown atop the pure white goddess shimmered with ever more intense rainbow brilliance.
Behind Annan, the wings of light grew increasingly bright with seven different colors of radiance, just like the many facets of light split from white through a prism.
Annan existed simply, and the glory radiating from him gradually healed the chaotic and broken world around him.
This was undoubtedly a kind of infusion, a kind of contagion—like how after adding a seed crystal, the murky and disordered solution around it would be gradually "assimilated," crystallizing in the same structure or lattice formation.
If the chaotic side can naturally pollute and erode order... there's no reason why order shouldn't be able to assimilate chaos in return.
The chaotic world around gradually frosted over, restoring order.
The demon pointed at by Annan and the pure white goddess behind him, however, let out a wail, trying desperately to avoid this kind of "targeting".
