At this moment, it was July 7th. It was already deep into the night.
The Sun at dusk had long set, and the half-full arc moon had risen high into the sky.
Aiwass took a deep breath facing the moon.
On this incredibly long day, a Pillar God had changed places, and four Celestial Marshals had fallen.
——And to this day, that eternally enduring myth-like desolate desert was about to disappear as well.
Now, there were no longer any Sin Thorns entangled around him, not a trace of flame burning, nor was there thick smoke lingering around him. He simply wore a plain white robe, draped over his shoulders was proof of the past friendship between the King of the Scaled and the King of the Winged, with six wings spread open behind him, suspended in the air.
Under the dual control of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy and the Sin Beast over the Sin Thorns, they had all turned into pure Strength, transformed into Celestial Marshal Shards and pristine mana.
