The brilliant, incandescent tide of golden violet radiance gradually receded within the lower astral arena, leaving behind a tranquil, pristine silence.
The shattered pillars and cratered floor seemed to settle under the gentle hum of shifting starlight as Shen Xun'er stood tall amidst the fading embers, her blood-stained scales slowly retracting into her porcelain skin, her eyes glowing with a calm, unshakeable will that had long been absent.
High above, upon the boundless cosmic platform suspended in the outer void, the atmosphere was thick with the residue of unyielding sovereign will.
Astraeus, the God of Space, stood with his starlight-woven robes drifting softly against the silent cosmic currents.
He turned his gaze away from the shimmering projection and stared intently at Shen Haoran.
