The four goddess-like beings held hands, forming a perfect, sacred circle at the top of the pyramid.
The moment their palms clasped together, the colors of the entire world seemed to dim in comparison.
All the light converged toward the four of them.
Leticia's long hair, like black satin of the night; Fogremia's silver hair, like flowing moonlight; Angronia's red hair, like burning lava; and Sanguinia's golden hair, like a waterfall of sunlight—at the same moment, without a breeze, they danced and soared wildly!
Four distinct yet equally pure divine radiances flowed madly over them like rushing rivers, reflecting and enhancing one another!
Black [Intellect].
Pinkish-purple [Divine Charm].
Crimson [Battle Intent].
Golden [Vitality].
These four fundamental cosmic concepts, which should have been mutually opposed and conflicting, began their final fusion at this moment in an unprecedented, perfectly harmonious stance!
Leticia was the absolute core of this sacred circle.
Her supreme authority over [Divine Charm] transformed at this moment into an invisible, all-encompassing, and perfect "Divine Furnace."
And her supreme authority over [Intellect] became a magnificent, complex "Blueprint of genesis" capable of planning all things.
"Angronia!"
Leticia called out softly.
"Yes! Sister!"
Angronia responded without hesitation, pouring her own pure, star-burning [Battle Intent] into Leticia without reservation!
This violent power caused no destruction.
Guided by the [Intellect] blueprint, it quickly transformed into the "skeleton" and "backbone" of the new power, providing it with the most indestructible will and structure of protection!
"Sanguinia!"
"For His Majesty! For Sister!"
In Sanguinia's sky-blue eyes burned the holy fire of protection as she poured her authority over [Vitality]—capable of nurturing all things and purifying everything—into Leticia without reservation!
This warm power quickly filled the "skeleton," becoming the "flesh" and "meridians" of the new power, infusing it with the most resilient, inexhaustible life and protective force!
Finally, Fogremia did not wait for Leticia's call.
In her deep purple eyes flickered a fanaticism and obsession for the "perfect artwork" about to be born.
She poured her own [Divine Charm]—her ultimate pursuit of "perfection"—into the furnace as well!
This power became the "soul" and "garment" of the new power, bestowing upon it an impeccable, absolutely harmonious, divine, and perfect external form!
Four authorities, four wills, completed their final, perfect fusion within Leticia, this "Divine Furnace"!
In the sky, within that massive Subspace rift, Chaos God Tzeentch's will felt, for the first time, a sliver of... fear, amidst its eternal mockery and derision!
It could not understand!
It could not understand this power being born before it!
It was pure, harmonious, and filled with the beauty of order, creation, and protection!
This was a higher-dimensional existence, diametrically opposed to the very concept of "Chaos"!
This was the most absolute blasphemy against it, the god of "Change"!
"No—!!"
Chaos God Tzeentch let out an angry and terrified shriek.
In the Subspace rift, the endless energy chains no longer tried to seize Magnus at this moment; instead, they converged into a cataclysmic torrent of Chaos, mixed with billions of lies and vicious curses, and came crushing down viciously toward the four small figures at the top of the pyramid!
It wanted to completely erase this power that made it feel uneasy and blasphemed against the gods before it could fully take shape!
However, it was already too late.
Leticia slowly raised her eyes.
Her pure black eyes reflected the four divine radiances that had already perfectly fused, and her voice, calm yet echoing like the first proclamation at the dawn of genesis, rang throughout the entire universe.
"Concerto—"
"genesis!"
Boom—!!!
A pure white pillar of divine light, containing the fundamental concepts of "creation" and "protection"—indescribable by any language and impossible to gaze upon directly—shot up into the sky from the four of them!
That was not energy.
That was the law itself.
It was the prototype of a brand new, pure, and harmonious "world"!
The pure white pillar of divine light collided with the oncoming, filthy torrent of Chaos!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was no cataclysmic shockwave.
The moment they made contact, the torrent of Chaos, capable of destroying a fleet, was like ice thrown into the core of a supernova; it was instantly vaporized, instantly purified, and directly erased from the conceptual level, reduced to the purest, most harmless aether particles in this universe!
The divine pillar of light did not lose momentum!
With an unstoppable, absolute stance, it struck with pinpoint precision the core of the hideous Subspace rift in the sky!
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
A silent scream, so shrill that no living being could produce it, filled with pain and unwillingness, came from the other side of the rift.
The Subspace rift, which countless followers of the evil gods regarded as the "Gate of Miracles," twisted, writhed, and contracted violently under the illumination of the pure white light, like the filthiest flesh being seared by holy fire!
All the energy chains binding Magnus's soul snapped instantly!
His massive body, like a puppet with severed strings, fell helplessly from mid-air.
With a thought, Sanguinia's massive white wings extended hundreds of meters, transforming into a soft and warm feather bed, catching Magnus's massive body gently and tenderly at the very last second.
In the sky, the Subspace rift, after letting out one last unwilling roar, could no longer maintain its existence and was forcibly and completely sealed by the pure white divine pillar of light!
All filth, all malice, and all conspiracies were swept away.
Prospero's sky, stained blood-red by the fires of war, miraculously recovered a hint of purified, clear blue at this moment.
Magnus lay within Sanguinia's warm, soft wings, which exuded a faint scent of sunlight, gasping violently as he survived the ordeal.
He raised his head in shock.
He saw it.
He saw the four figures, still holding hands, bathed in the slowly dissipating pure white radiance, like gods of genesis.
He felt that power—pure, harmonious, and so powerful that he yearned for it immensely, yet felt unworthy of it.
That was the very thing he had spent his whole life desperately seeking among old papers and forbidden knowledge, yet could never attain: the ultimate beauty... of the universe.
In his single eye, the very last struggle, the last hint of hesitation, and the last lingering attachment to the old world finally, at this moment, completely vanished into thin air.
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