When the world completely collapsed, Aiwass and the others were flung out from the void.
They returned to the spot where they had entered the ruins—the depths of the forest.
The sensation was akin to suddenly falling to the ground from a height of less than half a meter. Everyone remained in their relative positions, but they felt a mild jolt and a sense of imbalance.
With no target to collide into, Aiwass's Lost Paradise unleashed its final wave of already-fired firepower into the deserted forest. Even though the Non-burning Butterfly had already withdrawn its power, the explosions caused by those undirected blades of light rippled outward—
—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The earth roared, and dust billowed into the air. The trees didn't catch fire—they were directly blasted into splinters.
Amid the swirling smoke, the golden array behind Aiwass dimmed and quietly dissipated.
He retracted the wings on his back, the white feathers shattering into radiant dust.
