Chapter 2183: She is beautiful, I won’t deny that. Everything... stopped. The world itself came to a halt. Even Time and Space froze, and then— It happened. A light so bright that it overwhelmed the once seemingly endless and absolute Light Energies both the Fallen and the Light Borns had released. The Light spread all over Irethol. Unlike the destructive energies before, this one was... gentle and soft—folding over the shattered world like a mother gathering her broken child. Every Light Born, every Fallen, and even Elyra—could feel it. That presence... Yes— She was here. And for the first time ever since its creation—Irethol’s Will moved, not to warn people about another foreigner entering its perimeter, but to welcome the said foreigner. The clouds parted in perfect symmetry, as if the heavens themselves were being rewritten. A single figure walked down from that rift, each step leaving trails of white-gold petals that dissolved into air. Her arrival carried no explosion, no thunder, no fanfare—it was simpler, much simpler when compared to when the Light Borns had arrived—yet the very Universe seemed to tremble in excitement when it sensed one of its strongest children had moved. Elyra gasped at the sight ahead of her, unable to move, her entire being screaming, telling her to kneel even though no command was given. Her body... it simply understood that something far above existence was now in front of her and... it bowed—just like it should. And it wasn’t just her. The Light Borns and Thal’rens of Irethol all bowed, even those who were in no condition to move lowered their heads. And it wasn’t because she wanted it—it was because... their very bodies realized that this was what needed to be done. This wasn’t done through any Aura or some sort of pressure—it was just... pure difference in level of existence. The only beings who remained standing were the Eighteen Fallens. They stared at the endless amount of light and how every being had knelt down, not regarding their personal situation, and the only thing they could think of was... "Attack." Farah ordered. The enemies were in a helpless state. If they attacked now, even if the enemies managed to fend them off—which in itself was difficult since both of them were equally strong—at the very least, they would be able to land a critical hit, helping them in the battle afterward— But... The moment the Fallen tried to move—a force stopped them. They tried to break free, forcing themselves to move, but no matter how much force they used—it was useless. It was as if... their ability to move was taken away. For an instant, Farah closed his eyes. He knew who was coming. He knew that this wasn’t a battle they could win, and he... gave in to his fate. The other Fallen were no different. She hadn’t arrived yet but... the battle was already over. Every single one of them, though they still tried to move, had mentally given in to their fate— But... The said fate didn’t come. Instead— As the Divine Light spread all over Irethol—the world... changed. The shattered coral mountains mended. The oceans refilled, the once raging, apocalyptic waves turning calm like glass. The burning sky cooled, the golden clouds returning to their pale blue. The cracks across Irethol’s crust sealed, leaving not even a single scar behind. And it wasn’t just the inanimate things—Thal’rens rose again. Their broken bodies glowed softly as their wounds faded; bones realigned, flesh restored, hearts began to beat in rhythm once more. Even the ashes that had scattered through the sea reformed into breathing souls. Yes, even the dead Thal’rens returned to life—including the Four Thal’ren Progenitors—a sight that made Elyra widen her eyes in disbelief. "W-Wha..." No words came out of her mouth. Staring at the Thal’ren Progenitors—who were still confused and constantly staring at their bodies, trying to understand how they were still alive—her eyes turned moist. All her people that she thought were dead—every voice she thought she lost—it all returned. The city lights began to glow again, one after another, like stars reigniting in a night sky. With a single wave of her hand, the apocalypse... was undone. "Lady Seraphielle." Finally, all twenty Light Borns, who were already kneeling on the ground, called out, bowing their heads as they greeted her, their halos dimming in reverence. And above them all—she hovered. Cloaked in endless luminescence, her form was indistinct at first, a being made purely of Light—too holy for mortal perception. But then, she raised her hand again, and the Light around her dimmed slightly. The very world adjusted to her presence, and slowly—her face became clearer. Skin like polished pearl, eyes like two suns burning softly in serenity, long white hair flowing endlessly behind her like molten light—every line of her being was perfection beyond description, beauty that didn’t invite desire but devotion. *Picture* She didn’t look kind or cruel, she... she seemed above it all. She was... complete. "!!!" Elyra’s body trembled, overwhelmed by awe. All the noise in her mind, all the pain, all the despair—it simply vanished. And in the stillness that followed, Seraphielle finally opened her lips. "Enough." Her voice didn’t echo; it... resonated—inside every soul, every atom, every spark of light. The word spread like law. The winds stilled completely. The remaining energy of war dissolved. The halos of the Light Borns brightened again, realigned by her command. And finally—once she turned everything to how it was supposed to be—Seraphielle’s gaze fell on Farah. In an instant—Farah’s body moved on its own—drifting in the air as it floated towards the Light Infinity. The Light Born tried to resist, the other Fallen tried to hold him too, but... In front of the Light Infinity—it was useless. To her, every being in this place was... like an inanimate object. An object she could move however she desired, and since she wanted Farah to appear in front of her—that was exactly what happened. Despite all his resistance, in the end, Farah appeared right in front of Seraphielle. The Light Infinity didn’t say anything; her golden eyes simply stared into Farah’s eyes, as if she wasn’t just looking into his eyes... she was looking... beyond them. And then—a light smile appeared on her face— "So you were watching." She commented, her voice so divine that to others, it felt like a song—the most beautiful melody from the very core of the Universe itself. As for the one whom this voice was addressing— He looked at the woman through Farah’s eyes and— "She is beautiful, I won’t deny that." He nodded to himself. The rest of the women standing beside him flinched at those words, staring at him with absurd looks on their faces. One Vampire in particular felt her mouth twitching— "She is looking at us through their eyes and... your first comment regarding the situation was... about her appearance...?" "You truly do not wish to live a long, beautiful life, do you?" Riona chuckled softly, staring at her husband and then at her daughter, who was staring at the entire situation with an icy cold look on her face. The rest of the women did not like the current situation one bit. Lane, who was standing closest to Nux, was already pinching his waist. Allura was already glaring at the woman on the screen, as if assessing if she was one of them. And Sharnoth... who was watching everything play out with her own eyes... felt her entire world collapsing as she stared at the people she was surrounded with. Just... what in the hell was wrong with these people!? One of the four strongest beings in the entire Universe was currently staring at them and had even called them out—an action that none of them were expecting! An action that should have made them revise the plan they had come up with a thousand more times in panic. An action that should have spread a wave of unease among them and yet... The first emotion reflected in these women’s eyes was... jealousy? And that man—was he truly acknowledging her beauty at a time like this!? Had he lost his mind!? But of course, the Chaos Heir couldn’t say any of these words out loud— After all, her side had already moved. Yes, they completely ignored the Light Infinity who had addressed them and was now waiting for them to answer and... scattered—all busy with their own things. "What? Are you not coming?" The only woman remaining, Allura, turned toward Sharnoth and asked, pulling her out of her reverie. The Chaos Heir stared at the Light Infinity who was still waiting, but in the end... she turned back toward Allura and— "I-I am." She nodded, and she, together with the succubus, disappeared as well. ... Back in Irethol, silence spread. No one dared to utter a word. They were confused, unable to understand what Lady Seraphielle was talking about—or in this case—who she was talking to. But seeing that there was no answer even after about a minute had passed— The silence here was deafening—until suddenly— [L-L-Lady Seraphielle!!] Lord Light’s panicked voice was heard.