The gale sweeping across the battlefield slowly subsided.
That pillar of creation light, reaching from heaven to earth, also receded like a tide.
The entire world fell into an eerie silence, as if even time itself had frozen.
For the first time, Fogremia's perfect purple eyes widened slightly, beyond her control.
Her well-defined hand, gripping the hilt of her sword, tightened subconsciously.
Angronia's bronze body, filled with explosive power, also froze in place.
In her amber pupils, the burning Battle Intent was replaced by a pure, primal shock.
At the end of their sight, a brand-new figure quietly floated in mid-air.
It was a figure...
That could not be described by any mortal language.
Long golden hair, as dazzling as a waterfall of sunlight, was silky and smooth, cascading all the way down to her fair ankles.
Her skin was more radiant and delicate than the finest warm jade, as if it were flowing with holy brilliance itself.
Her figure was tall and elegant, every inch of her curves seemingly calculated with the utmost precision by the original will of the universe.
A golden battle skirt woven from pure light clung tightly to her body.
The design of the battle skirt was bold and divine, outlining the breathtaking fullness of her chest and her slender waist into a perfect arc that could make even gods lose their focus.
"This..."
Fogremia's breathing stalled for a moment.
"This is not a creation... this is a miracle itself!"
As an artist who pursued perfection, she felt the emotion of 'feeling inferior' before another being for the first time.
However, the most striking feature was the pair of incredibly massive snow-white wings behind her back.
Those wings were even larger and holier than they were during the time of Sanguinius.
Every feather seemed to be condensed from the purest 'Hope' and 'goodwill' in the universe; with every gentle flap, countless tiny golden specks of light fell, purifying this land soaked in blood and despair.
Her face was the ultimate sublimation of Sanguinius's divine handsomeness.
All the hard, masculine edges had been wiped away, replaced by a supreme holy beauty of motherhood—a mix of extreme mercy and tenderness.
Her presence made the heaven and earth lose their color, and the sun and moon lose their light.
She was the physical manifestation of the word 'perfection'.
The next second.
She slowly opened her eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
Sky-blue, purer than the clearest sky that had never appeared in the Signus system.
In those pupils, there was no longer a trace of the sadness and madness that had belonged to Sanguinius, tortured by ten thousand years of pain.
There was only a newborn-like curiosity and... love for the entire world.
She felt her own body.
It was an unprecedented feeling.
Very light.
Very warm.
Deep in her soul, the beasts named 'red thirst' and 'Black Rage' that had gnawed at her for ten thousand years had vanished.
No, not vanished.
They had fallen asleep.
Sleeping incredibly soundly, even snoring with satisfaction.
The cursed power that once drove her and her scions to destroy, to kill, and to seek annihilation in madness had now transformed into a brand-new, completely different power.
A power...
An extreme love that longed to protect, longed to heal, and longed to embrace all the beautiful things in the world!
She slowly raised her slender, fair, and flawless hand, spreading it before her eyes.
A wisp of soft, golden flame, as warm as candlelight, danced cheerfully in her palm.
She could feel it.
This power longed to make flowers bloom, longed to heal the wounded, and longed to bring the dawn of Hope to all souls crying in the dark.
"So..."
A clear, gentle voice, as pleasant as celestial music, echoed in everyone's souls.
"Can anger... also be this warm..."
She smiled.
That smile, like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, instantly illuminated this desperate battlefield.
The Holy Angel.
Sanguinia.
A true goddess Archangel, free from all curses, flawless, and born to protect life...
Was thus born!
Her existence itself was the gentlest, yet most domineering counterattack against this cold, dark universe!
...
Having completed this re-creation that could be called a cosmic miracle, Leticia's face was slightly pale, and fine beads of fragrant sweat seeped from her forehead.
Such a high-intensity output of divine power was a huge drain on her.
A cool little hand tightly grasped hers.
Terrania looked up with her small face, continuously channeling the pure power from the source of life within her into Leticia, her face full of heartache.
"Sister, you are tired."
Leticia smiled at her and rubbed her little head.
"It's okay, it was worth it."
Her gaze looked toward the creation in mid-air that was too perfect to be mortal, her eyes filled with the ultimate sense of satisfaction of an 'author' seeing their most perfect work born.
However, just then.
The gaze of the newborn Holy Angel in mid-air moved.
Her sky-blue, pure, and stainless pupils slowly turned.
Her sight passed over the two Primarch Sisters who were stunned by her beauty.
It also passed over the black-haired goddess who had personally saved her from hell and given her new life, like a creator.
Finally.
Her gaze precisely and firmly locked onto the small, golden-haired girl who was currently channeling energy to Leticia.
In that instant.
Sanguinia's expression changed.
The divine mercy and universal love for the entire world vanished the moment she saw Terrania.
In its place was a kind of...
A kind of primal, instinctive... filial devotion that seemed to span ten thousand years, engraved in the deepest parts of her genes and soul!
It was the kind of absolute, irrational look filled with endless attachment and loyalty that a fledgling bird has when it sees its mother!
"You..."
Sanguinia's voice, like celestial music, carried a hint of imperceptible, excited trembling for the first time.
The massive snow-white wings behind her back gave a gentle flap.
The next second, her figure disappeared from mid-air.
When she reappeared, she was already silently kneeling on one knee before Terrania.
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