This world was beautiful. Though it could neither be called advanced nor truly great, every blade of grass, every flower and leaf, every life form and creature in this world was stunning in its own way.
Therefore, no matter what, this world could not be destroyed.
With this thought in mind, the man placed the great sword behind his back. He was the same man who had once fought fiercely with Wenresa, but he no longer looked human.
Now, this man was clad in flawless white armor, a radiant golden cloak flowing behind him, and wings resembling those of a bird-beastman sprouting from his back... but this purity and sanctity were unlike anything a beastman could possess.
"Wenresa..."
Murmuring the name of his former adversary, the man shook his head forcefully and left the empty, resplendent palace. But after only a few steps, he was blocked.
Standing in his way was a calm-faced comrade.
"Raphael, stop interfering with the Main Plane so easily..."
