The halo grew well, like a tree in midsummer, thriving in the abundant nutrients.
“Crazy… That’s not even a normal halo!”
“Monstrous…”
The pattern had increased the number of circles to the point where it could no longer be called a single halo. It resembled sub-spheres differentiating from a matrix and extending radially. The complexity and intricacy of the pattern far surpassed human aesthetics. Its beautiful form, which no artisan could imitate, resembled seven pairs of wings or a lush World Tree.
As this situation continued with lightning striking nearly thirty times, one demon king, unable to bear it any longer, stood up abruptly. It was Inferinos, the Rule Maker.
“This is meaningless! I propose changing the punishment to burning at the stake! Of course, it should be hellfire, not sacred fire.”
The demons also gathered in agreement, chanting for burning at the stake.
However, after a long period…