When that perfect figure, formed by endless mysterious light points, completely manifested.
Everything on the scene seemed to suddenly freeze and fade in Aster Grant's perception.
In his eyes, only the being before him, indescribable by any known language, remained.
She transcended the definition of beauty, the ultimate expression of harmony and perfection.
The brilliance of the flowing galaxies was her dress, the trajectory of the sun and moon her rhythmic breathing.
She simply floated quietly, exuding no pressure, yet making Aster feel a reverence from the very origin of the soul, almost instinctive.
Not fear, but as lower life forms face the universal principle.
That smallness yet pure awe born from understanding.
A thought, uncontrollably emerged from the depths of Aster's heart, crystal clear:
"This is... God."
Compared to her, the demons which once wrought calamities were merely a bunch of twisted monsters, that stole great power and acted wantonly.
