Wistain pressed his palm against the blood flowing from his chest, staining his entire hand with the bright red liquid tinged with a green glow.
"Ah—!"
A pale green nested three-ring crest emerged from his palm.
Seeing this, He Ao quickened his pace, swinging the blood-stained blade.
Wistain had already lifted his head, clutching the ring crest in his hand, his gaze fixed on the heavens as he shouted rapidly in a nearly inaudible tone,
"Endless stars transform for You, brilliant curtains give life to all creation, praise to You, Great Lord of the Starry Sky!"
As his words fell, the firmament, originally veiled by a hazy white glow, darkened in an instant.
The sky, previously scattered with faint clouds, became clear and luminous as dazzling, radiant clusters of stars suddenly appeared above the firmament.
