As the "Holy Day" lit up the sky, the radiance on Wilhelm's body suddenly dimmed.
His feathers ignited with black flames, his pupils lost their iridescence, transforming into vertical slits filled with flowing sulfur, and even the light wheel behind him turned into a crimson Reverse Pentagram Formation.
"No, no—what have you done to me?!"
Wilhelm twisted his body in the sky, gasping heavily, howling in pain, and even the melodious hymn turned into the wails of departed souls.
Zareel's voice echoed in his mind: "Come, His Majesty Wilhelm, embrace the strength of Hell, accept your new self—"
"Stop deceiving yourself, the sun is dead, and you will gain eternal life in Aphernas!"
As the light grew more intense, Wilhelm's entire skin ignited, covered in countless thin fissures and scars, as if gnawed by a greedy beast, from which oozed a tar-like substance.
That was Hell's darkest force devouring his remaining divinity.
"Tss—"
