Max stood still, and the feathers reached him. Or rather, they reached him and dissolved. The golden-white blades touched his body, but the light within them seemed to sink into an unseen luminous dimension surrounding him.
They could not pierce his skin, they could not burn his flesh, and they could not so much as disturb his breathing. They faded harmlessly away, as though returning to the place they had come from.
Aurelian's eyes widened slightly.
Max watched the vanishing feathers and said calmly, "Too light."
Aurelian's face turned ugly, and the Divine Realm erupted in disbelief.
"His attacks are not hurting Max!"
"He is not even defending!"
"The Twelve Sacred Wings vanished the moment they touched him!"
"What kind of light resistance is that?"
Max took one step forward as golden-white radiance climbed around his body. He lifted his hand, and twelve wings of light opened behind him as well.
