"Not one can be lost."
When Schiller revived these words in the world, time seemed to pause for an instant.
The Storm Domain crumbled in a moment, the pervasive destruction vanished as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had never been.
Wind God Utus, who had decided to sacrifice himself for a chance at victory, stood dumbfounded, his Sword of Victory transforming into a human shape at that instant, staring at the scene with a puzzled expression.
The Earth God Lorri, turned into a giant, was equally at a loss.
The world in front of them seemed to reverse in time, healing the wounds wrought by the great battle.
The collapsing ground rose slowly, ravaged trees righted themselves, and the succession of tsunamis came to a calm. All of this seemed to happen not at the will of any being, but in accordance with the supreme laws that had governed since the dawn of the Celestial Kingdom.
"What in the world…"
Storm God Utus muttered in disbelief.
