บท 302: It Is Always Here

"Well, things can’t be delayed." One of the thirteen present saints, the greatest musician who inherited the name of 'Haydn,’ opened his eyes and spread an ancient scroll from his hand.

On the ancient scroll, there were dark strokes that made up the notes and composing mysterious movements. They suddenly turned into several scenes with the aetheric fluctuations. They changed from emptiness to the darkness of the abyss, to an indescribable existence above the water, to...a glimmer of light!

"Let there be light," said Haydn. And so there was light.

In the middle of the sky and earth, nine layers of the aetheric sea resonated. Everything sang for the birth of light. The countless light blended into the collapsing enchantment of Avalon, and completely integrated with it. The miracle was here.