"The worst case scenario would be that the Anomaly... is an Eternal far stronger than Zylarith ever was."
[The worst case...?]
Lord Light repeated those words, his voice turning grim as he understood what Seraphielle was trying to say.
If the enemy is indeed an Eternal then... it would mean he still has room to grow.
And if that is the case, and the enemy does manage to grow,
Then he would become an entity far worse than Zylarith—the strongest Infinity, the Infinity who faced four other Infinities alone—ever was.
An entity that could threaten theirs and their very Universe’s existence.
Lord Light felt shivers throughout his entire body when he thought about that possibility, and his mind began denying it—
[What if... it was a surprise attack that took Auren down? Or maybe the enemy used a trick that Auren fell for and did not know how to counter? Maybe they outnumbered him? Maybe the enemy is not as strong as we think he is, what if... all of this is just a pretense?]
He thought of a few other possibilities, and Seraphielle, she just shook her head.
"None of those possibilities are in our favor."
She spoke in a calm voice.
Lord Light frowned at those words and the Light Infinity continued—
"It doesn’t matter if Auren was taken down by a surprise attack, fell for a trick, or was outnumbered. It doesn’t matter if all of this is just a pretense like you say it is.
At the end of the day,
Auren fell.
And he fell without even being able to gather his thoughts and contact you.
The enemy succeeded, and if he is indeed not as strong as we are expecting and still succeeded in such a manner,
Then it says more about us than him.
Whatever ’tricks’ he is using, they are working. It shows he has been outsmarting us all this while and there is nothing we can do about it.
An enemy like that is far more dangerous than an arrogant enemy who believes only in his strength."
The Light Infinity spoke in her usual calm voice, but her words silenced Lord Light. Not just him—even the Light Borns and Thal’rens who managed to hear her were the same. Even if they did not know the complete details of what happened, just from Lady Seraphielle’s words alone it was clear how grim the situation was.
It could no longer be taken lightly.
The Anomaly...
He was a far greater threat than the world thought him to be.
[Then... what should we d—]
Lord Light tried to question, trying to understand what he should do at this point, but for some reason, he froze in the middle of his words.
Seraphielle frowned at that action, but she didn’t react strongly; she waited for him to continue—
And Lord Light did.
[Lady Seraphielle.]
He called out, his voice much heavier than before; just from his tone alone, Seraphielle could tell that his next words weren’t going to be pleasant.
And they were not.
[Eternity sent a message.]
Lord Light reported.
Of course, the ’Eternity’ he was talking about wasn’t the true Eternity—he was still asleep. It was his... proxy.
An existence similar to Lord Light, who represented Seraphielle.
But that didn’t make the news any less unpleasant.
"What did he say?"
Seraphielle asked. Again, despite finding the news unpleasant, she didn’t show any reaction. After all, this too was within her expectations.
They would have found out about this anyway, so she didn’t even bother hiding it.
[They are calling you.]
Lord Light reported, his voice still heavy since he knew what this was about.
"Alright."
Seraphielle nodded.
It wasn’t necessary for her to go; she had no reason to listen to them, but... this wasn’t something she could avoid either.
Not when the threat they were facing might destroy everything that had been kept together since time immemorial.
Thinking about it, Seraphielle turned toward the Light Borns and the Thal’rens who were still looking at her, then—
Swoosh
With a wave of her hand, another wave of soothing golden light spread throughout the world, healing whatever damage was left, be it the one done by the Fallen’s attack or the wounds pooled over time.
And it wasn’t just the world itself—people were no different.
Those who had already resurrected felt their bodies were now new, much different than before. Those whose injuries were healed felt the same feeling of rejuvenation.
It wasn’t just the recent injuries Seraphielle had healed; every single injury, be it recent or hundreds of thousands of years old, was healed.
Beings whose lifetimes were nearing the end were given thousands of years of additional life. For the first time, ever since Irethol was formed, not a single living being in this world was sick, injured, amputated, or at risk of dying for the next few hundred years.
And all of this was done by Seraphielle’s single gesture.
Irethol Progenitors, who could feel the state of Irethol’s Will, stared at the goddess hovering in the air in awe and reverence, and Seraphielle—
"Rest well."
She spoke calmly and then—

"Well, if you consider failure an accomplishment, then I guess she does deserve a warm welcome."
"Welcome, Lady Seraphielle. You have done something none of us ever has. You must be proud."
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