The noble silver that even white mist cannot conceal, the supreme white that the black sea cannot drown, it does not seem to stand between heaven and earth, but rather as if it is holding up the sky and anchoring the earth. As the feathers slightly spread, the Mages' breathing seemed to sync with it, infected by the great life force of the silver wings.
Its life force can no longer be described with quantifiers, just as Star Mages cannot count how many stars there are, nor can Water Mages know how many drops are in the sea.
It is the world's original color, an existence above all.
At this moment, Ash finally had a clear concept of the Dazzling Star Magic Master's intentions—at first, he thought the Magic Master wanted the cannibals to eat roasted Angel wings; later, he believed the Magic Master wanted to beat up the Void Realm's property manager; but now, he finally understood that whatever he thought, he still underestimated the Divine Lord.
