The world is dyed in brilliant silver.
The spots where the waves of starlight swept past all lost their color one by one. All things, robbed of their saturation along with their momentum, gradually slowed down.
In the end, everything comes to a halt.
In the achromatic vision, in the vacuum state of power, only I was steadying my breath.
A burning pain was felt in my retinas. Golden mana surged, inscribing unfamiliar information into my sight.
Countless trajectories and the solid lines of space-time.
The world I had seen until now was merely a fraction at best. The virtual trajectories and threads of space I had witnessed in every battle were probably nothing more than stepping stones to perceive this scenery.
But even this was merely superficial recognition.
The true essence of the world lay beyond this. Click, with the sound of something engaging, space began to rotate entirely.
Gazes are felt.
Countless yet…