Chapter 400 Wings Embedded in Light — Michael’s Awakening
The Omega Sky fades. The Black Sun, which usually glows with wild silence, now pulsates erratically, as if resisting its own will. This is not merely magic or a curse; it is light that cannot be returned to darkness, symbolizing hope trapped between light and shadow.
In the tense silence, the wind whispers like a murmur from the past, as if the world holds its breath, waiting for answers about the creeping darkness. Rui lies unconscious, her body burned by forbidden techniques. Joanna stands before her, time entwining around her, and the soul of Jeanne—now merged—still vibrates in her breath. But something much deeper begins to stir.
It does not come from Chronos.
Rather, it comes from above.
Within the cracks of time and fading will, a voice resonates within Joanna's chest—not merely an echo of memories, but an ancient declaration that has been sealed: this voice trembles the heavens and touches forgotten corners of the soul, as if preparing the world for a great transformation.
"Joanna Fate, Heir of the Spiral, Protector of Time, and... Bearer of the Light of Peace."
"Rise, as the right hand of Heaven."
Joanna gasps, her body feeling as if it might shatter under the weight of the profound calling. She feels a piercing pain, like a thousand thorns pushing through her skin, but it is not from suffering—instead, it is from the calling that cements her destiny.
From her back, slowly, a pair of giant wings of light began to grow. Each strand of its energy vibrated, holding the power of all that is sacred. Not feathers, but strands of pure energy formed like glowing pages of a heavenly book. Each strand radiated sacred writings never before seen in any world. In that moment, deep within Joanna, a mantra slowly revealed itself: "Light is hope; hope is strength."
Michael.
One of the Seven Heavenly Virtues.