The Abyssal World, Sixth Layer.
While Earthshaker was breaking his chains, changes were rippling through the dark planes as well.
Deep within a cultivation chamber inside the Tetra-Tower, a strange light pulsed. It was the volatile transition from quantity to quality.
Delilah sat with her eyes closed, the God-touched mark on her forehead glowing like a superheated brand. She had devoured countless Banshee Crystals, and the energy was finally hitting its critical mass.
The mark expanded, shining with the intensity of a full moon, bathing the chamber in a suffocatingly beautiful radiance. Under the light, Delilah looked ethereal.
Within the halo of that moon-like light, a silhouette danced.
Light, shadow, and time blurred together.
Eventually, the silhouette solidified, absorbing every photon of the scattered radiance back into itself. The moon faded, and the figure stepped out from the void.
It was Delilah. Or rather, Delilah's body of faith.
