Silence spread across the battlefield.
The colossal figure's smile lingered as it gazed beyond the broken heavens.
Toward Earth.
The words it had spoken echoed in Seraph's mind.
"This time... humanity will finish what it started."
Seraph's chest tightened.
"What does that mean?"
No one answered.
Not Halo.
Not Astra.
Not even the First Creator.
Instead, the newly awakened giant slowly raised one of its four hands.
The motion was effortless.
Yet every remaining fragment of the shattered Creator's Blade flew toward it.
Thousands of divine shards fused together.
Within seconds, the blade had been restored.
Only now...
It was larger.
Darker.
Covered with strange blue cracks that pulsed like living veins.
Halo's voice trembled.
[Impossible...]
[The Blade has changed.]
Seraph frowned.
"What happened?"
[It's feeding on the void.]
The giant looked down at Seraph for the first time.
"So..."
"The Eighth Throne chose another."
Its voice was calm.
Almost gentle.
