Chapter 401 Bowing Skies — Again, Lightning for Time’s Will
The Omega world sky, once torn by the emptiness of Chronos, abruptly fell silent—if only for a moment—as the golden light from Joanna pierced through the remnants of the sky. Her body now fused with the power of Michael, Heavenly Virtue of Courage, making her appear as a heavenly avatar amidst the destruction.
Around her, the air vibrated with energy, creating waves of presence that felt profound, as if the universe itself bore witness. The whispering wind carried soft messages of peace amidst the raging battle. Each heartbeat resonated with the pulse of majesty, as if heaven and earth united in a single divine moment.
Her silvery-white robe glimmered with hints of blue from celestial glyphs. Wings of radiant light spread out like pages of a reality yearning to be rewritten. Yet, behind this beauty, waves of fear and hope tugged at one another, creating a tension that filled the air. Her hair shone as though it absorbed the stars long forgotten by the sky.
And amidst the ruins, a single being stood still—not out of fear, but out of astonishment.
Zeus.
This event transcended imagination; the ruler of the skies sensed a power he had never witnessed before. The glimmer of light before him seemed like a rebirth of hope, as every ray from Joanna illuminated the dark shadows of uncertainty, revealing that this naive strength was being tested by the harsh passage of time. There was a wonder within Joanna that distorted her temporal space, as if it were wedged between the ticking seconds and the heartbeat of the world.
Zeus stood frozen, golden lightning still hanging in the palm of his hand. He looked at Joanna with a mix of astonishment, admiration, and a feeling... that was nearly indescribable. Around him, the atmosphere trembled, as if the world around him felt the presence of two converging forces: light and darkness, hope and ruin.
"She... is no longer human," he murmured.
Thor, still seated among the ruins, coughed loudly. "Did you just realize that?" His voice echoed like thunder in the distance, seemingly reaffirming the reality that had been torn apart.
However, Poseidon, leaning with heavy breaths, only turned briefly. "He is the last light before time ends..." His words seemed to pierce the dimensions, creating a chilling atmosphere, as if the universe itself merged in deep fear of the fate that awaited.
Yet Zeus continued to gaze at Joanna, his eyes narrowing. He had witnessed that gleam before—in ancient times, when Michael descended into a great war against Chronos in the first era of will. The memory flashed like a bolt of light in his mind, casting aside his emotions in a storm of uncontainable feelings.