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"So amazing!"
Stelle and March 7th stared at Sol with sparkling eyes.
Even though they didn't really understand what was happening, it felt incredibly impressive.
Stelle raised her right hand high and shouted excitedly, "Boss, is this the second-stage ultimate? Hurry up and use it—defeat Sunday already!"
"Don't worry. I won't let you down." Sol curled his lips into a smile, cradling the small cluster of light in his hands. "The Light of Hope, united by countless wills—I have obtained it."
He lifted the orb of light into the air, where it floated as if alive.
Then, an abyssal, ocean-like surge of light power erupted from his body.
It was as if a sun had appeared inside the Penacony Grand Theater, releasing boundless light and heat.
Pure white radiance—gentle yet unyielding—flowed endlessly into the pale golden sphere in the sky.
The crystallized Light of Hope born from the dream was of extremely high quality, but its quantity was far too small.
To recreate [Glitter Tiga], the vast majority of the energy still had to be supplied by Sol himself—the Light of Hope merely served as a catalyst.
Even as a catalyst, its energy level was only comparable to that of an ordinary Pathstrider.
But this catalyst could bring about a qualitative transformation to Emanator-level energy!
Those Awakened Ones who had woken from beautiful dreams and offered up their Light of Hope.
Septimus, who sought to construct a heaven.
And the heroes who wished to save all from the dream.
All of them cast their gaze toward that light—toward the Light of Hope now fusing with infinite luminous energy.
When the dream once burned, the Giant of Light extinguished its flames to mend the dream. After completing salvation, the light scattered into every heart.
And now, as people awakened from the dream, longing to return to reality—
As dreams overlaid reality, Nihility eroded the spirit, and Aeons sought to decree fate—
The people called out THEIR name, and THEY manifested in the world.
Let the Light of Hope bloom, and save all from suffering!
"Tiga!"
A giant blazing with sacred, radiant golden light stood in solemn majesty within the void.
The original silver base with red-and-blue markings of Ultraman Tiga was now completely suffused with pure, holy golden brilliance.
That was the color of hope—golden and resplendent.
The complete form of [Glitter Tiga] had finally descended upon this world.
Or rather, this was Tiga's original form—the first light of Orion, the Giant who embodied the Light of Hope.
Tiga was a generous sort; the stone statues he scattered everywhere were all complete forms—once conditions were met, the full power could be unleashed.
Sunday was also generous, allowing Sol to awaken the dreamers without interfering in any way.
Only with a dream world comparable to a cultivation realm's immortal-grade Dao-heart trial formation could such golden Hope be refined at last!
This was the result of joint efforts by many factions—including cooperation from both sides.
No—there were no villains or heroes here. Only travelers walking different paths.
"That power… is ours?!"
"It's magnificent—absolutely magnificent!"
"If the Giant of Hope strikes, it will surely defeat the Aeon who weaves dreams!"
Those within the dream who had contributed their Light of Hope were all exhilarated, gazing at the rising giant with immense pride and confidence.
They knew that most of the giant's energy came from a mysterious officiant, yet its very core was guided by their hope.
It felt as though they had merged with the giant itself, meeting the Aeon of Order eye to eye.
"So, it really is Glitter Tiga."
Welt Yang felt numb as he stared at the giant, unable to help but marvel.
Just as he expected—Glitter Tiga truly appeared.
The world was becoming increasingly abnormal, yet he found himself surprisingly… unsurprised.
"Magnificent indeed—the Giant of Hope!"
Sunday faced the giant standing opposite him, his eyes filled with admiration.
He could sense that overwhelming power, that sacred and formidable nature.
The power of Dominicus he wielded was a tier lower before this giant—yet the essence of the giant was the same as his own current state.
At this moment, together with 107,336 members of the Oak Family, he had merged into the divine body of the Harmonious Choir - Dominicus, wielding this fragmentary power inherited from an Aeon.
This was the coexistence of humanity and divinity, with the divinity of Order as the dominant force.
Likewise, the Glitter Giant before him embodied both humanity and divinity—the humanity being the Light of Hope from those awakened from beautiful dreams, the divinity being the giant's own nature of loving all life and reaching out to those in distress.
The Glitter Giant was guided by the hope of life itself—humanity commanding divinity, the very choice of humankind.
"Thank you, Sol."
Sunday looked toward Sol and revealed an open, unburdened smile.
"You're welcome."
Sol lifted his head, gazing up at the colossal body of Order, understanding silently.
At this crucial, ceremonial moment, he did not personally pilot Glitter Tiga. Instead, it was guided by those Awakened Ones who had contributed their Light of Hope.
This was to grant Sunday an honorable exit—defeating Septimus of Order through the self-chosen will of life itself.
This was their rightful moment of glory, and Sol would not take it from them.
Those who offered their Light of Hope deserved to bask in honor and radiance. And Sunday, who had cooperated with him throughout, deserved the defeat he longed for.
"Rejoice! The crown is bestowed at this very moment!" Black Swan chanted loudly with devout reverence. "Human will commands the Light of Hope and chooses its own destiny!"
As the Memokeeper proclaimed the verse, the atmosphere became solemn and majestic, like an epic opera.
Robin, her expression sorrowful, played a sacred and grand harmony. The lyrics praised the Giant of Hope, her demeanor resembling a requiem for a fallen dream.
Glitter Zeperion Ray!
The Glitter Giant crossed its arms before its chest, then spread them wide to concentrate energy, finally forming an L-shape as it fired.
A dazzling golden beam burst forth, piercing toward Septimus like a judgment of fate.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Septimus deployed all his power in defense, offering the Giant of Hope his utmost respect.
Then, the immense and sacred divine body of Order's nascent Aeon was struck by the beam—and inevitably faded away.
Like rotten wood crumbling under force, the divine body that had withstood the Astral Express Crew and many allied factions shattered!
"Brother?!"
Robin cried out in anguish, unable to contain her grief.
She could not imagine how her brother could survive such an attack.
"Don't worry."
Sol wrapped an arm around the fragile Robin and whispered softly, "He'll be fine."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure fell from the sky where the divine body of Order had been, ten thousand souls returning to their rightful vessel.
Sunday's eyes were closed, but he was clearly unharmed.
"How is that possible?"
Robin looked at Sol in shock and joy, utterly incredulous.
Sol gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and smiled. "Human free will has judged him… not guilty."
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