Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2183

Chapter 2183: She is beautiful, I won’t deny that.

Everything... stopped.

The world itself came to a halt. Even Time and Space froze, and then—

It happened.

A light so bright that it overwhelmed the once seemingly endless and absolute Light Energies both the Fallen and the Light Borns had released.

The Light spread all over Irethol. Unlike the destructive energies before, this one was... gentle and soft—folding over the shattered world like a mother gathering her broken child.

Every Light Born, every Fallen, and even Elyra—could feel it.

That presence...

Yes—

She was here.

And for the first time ever since its creation—Irethol’s Will moved, not to warn people about another foreigner entering its perimeter, but to welcome the said foreigner.

The clouds parted in perfect symmetry, as if the heavens themselves were being rewritten. A single figure walked down from that rift, each step leaving trails of white-gold petals that dissolved into air.

Her arrival carried no explosion, no thunder, no fanfare—it was simpler, much simpler when compared to when the Light Borns had arrived—yet the very Universe seemed to tremble in excitement when it sensed one of its strongest children had moved.

Elyra gasped at the sight ahead of her, unable to move, her entire being screaming, telling her to kneel even though no command was given.

Her body... it simply understood that something far above existence was now in front of her and... it bowed—just like it should.

And it wasn’t just her. The Light Borns and Thal’rens of Irethol all bowed, even those who were in no condition to move lowered their heads. And it wasn’t because she wanted it—it was because... their very bodies realized that this was what needed to be done.

This wasn’t done through any Aura or some sort of pressure—it was just... pure difference in level of existence.

The only beings who remained standing were the Eighteen Fallens. They stared at the endless amount of light and how every being had knelt down, not regarding their personal situation, and the only thing they could think of was...

"Attack."

Farah ordered.

The enemies were in a helpless state. If they attacked now, even if the enemies managed to fend them off—which in itself was difficult since both of them were equally strong—at the very least, they would be able to land a critical hit, helping them in the battle afterward—

But...

The moment the Fallen tried to move—a force stopped them. They tried to break free, forcing themselves to move, but no matter how much force they used—it was useless.

It was as if... their ability to move was taken away.

For an instant, Farah closed his eyes. He knew who was coming. He knew that this wasn’t a battle they could win, and he... gave in to his fate.

The other Fallen were no different. She hadn’t arrived yet but... the battle was already over. Every single one of them, though they still tried to move, had mentally given in to their fate—

But...

The said fate didn’t come.

Instead—

As the Divine Light spread all over Irethol—the world... changed.

The shattered coral mountains mended.

The oceans refilled, the once raging, apocalyptic waves turning calm like glass.

The burning sky cooled, the golden clouds returning to their pale blue.

The cracks across Irethol’s crust sealed, leaving not even a single scar behind.

And it wasn’t just the inanimate things—Thal’rens rose again.

Their broken bodies glowed softly as their wounds faded; bones realigned, flesh restored, hearts began to beat in rhythm once more.

Even the ashes that had scattered through the sea reformed into breathing souls.

Yes, even the dead Thal’rens returned to life—including the Four Thal’ren Progenitors—a sight that made Elyra widen her eyes in disbelief.

"W-Wha..."

No words came out of her mouth. Staring at the Thal’ren Progenitors—who were still confused and constantly staring at their bodies, trying to understand how they were still alive—her eyes turned moist.

All her people that she thought were dead—every voice she thought she lost—it all returned. The city lights began to glow again, one after another, like stars reigniting in a night sky.

With a single wave of her hand, the apocalypse... was undone.

"Lady Seraphielle."

Finally, all twenty Light Borns, who were already kneeling on the ground, called out, bowing their heads as they greeted her, their halos dimming in reverence.

And above them all—she hovered.

Cloaked in endless luminescence, her form was indistinct at first, a being made purely of Light—too holy for mortal perception.

But then, she raised her hand again, and the Light around her dimmed slightly. The very world adjusted to her presence, and slowly—her face became clearer.

Skin like polished pearl, eyes like two suns burning softly in serenity, long white hair flowing endlessly behind her like molten light—every line of her being was perfection beyond description, beauty that didn’t invite desire but devotion.

*Picture*

She didn’t look kind or cruel, she... she seemed above it all.

She was... complete.

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