They said: Let there be light.
It was as if the world had overturned, the ocean reached the heavens, and the Sea of Holy Light descended from the skies. No rainfall could compare to its terror, like an apocalyptic deluge.
Its majesty and splendor coexisted, and the Phantoms caught within its range stood still to admire it, expressing their awe. The sanctity within the liquid light was indistinguishable from the most beautiful qualities of humanity. Phantoms inclined to goodness did not evade this baptism, as even the faintest thought of retreat was overwhelmed by an intense reluctance.
Lyle's internal mental space was being submerged by Holy Light.
