Wayne's broken arm healed itself, with each step forward a limb would collapse, and with each regeneration he advanced further until he stood before the Goddess of Bright, his body having fully adapted to her, the omnipresent light no longer a pressure to him.
"You missed the best opportunity." Wayne raised his blade to the shoulder of the Goddess of Bright.
"No, you know nothing of the light."
The body of the Goddess of Bright faded, and the scepter in her hand transformed into a golden light sword.
"No, no, ever since I was a child, I have always believed in the light, even when many people told me it was just a facade, I still believed unwaveringly."
Wayne swung his blade across the fading neck of the Goddess of Bright, unable to touch her, but the light sword of her ethereal form inflicted real damage, effortlessly slicing off a section of his arm.
The white foam collapsed, and before the severed arm could hit the ground, it turned to ashes and disappeared.
