Unexpectedly... that light was not instantly dissolved by the void.
Or perhaps, it was entirely different from the moonlight that fell — the moonlight congealed by love fell like raindrops, too slow to block the sharp void.
But Don Quixote's wings seemed like true light, continuously, instantly arriving, unable to be erased by the power of nihility.
The Light of Hope was continuously extinguished by the void.
The Light Shield became dim and damaged the instant it was struck by the power of nihility, yet it never completely collapsed and was constantly repairing and regenerating.
Even in All Nothing, hope cannot be completely extinguished. No matter how the rain of despair floods the land, a barely visible spark will always remain.
Or perhaps...
Precisely because of [All Nothing], one is left only with hope. Because apart from hope, there is nothing else to hold onto.
Just like Don Quixote... or like the past Heracles.
