Law of the Devil

Meanwhile, Igor the Pope continues to chant his verse like he’s free of all restraints: “The Goddess said, she will give light, and so shall there be light.”

As if acting upon that summon, the clouds dispersed and a brilliant pillar of blazing sunlight suddenly descends from the heavens to enshroud the Shaman King’s entire existence who was still frozen over in the air.

“Goddess said, light is good so darkness must be separated. So, ‘day’ and ‘night’ was thereby created in this world.”

Immediately after that, the light pillar splits into two parts: black and white. This left no other color within the space that White River occupied.

“Goddess said, there should be symbolic differences to signify the difference between day and night. As a result, ‘time’ was henceforth born into this world from that day onward.”

Strange things were happening to White River then after that proclamation. His body muscles – all of it – began to go through a series of deformations like life itself was being repeatedly ripped from him and then reinjected following the warping of the two contrasting colors. This caused immense pain for the man, to have his body contorted and bent against his will with no sensible pattern to it.

“Goddess said, the world is too bland and monotonous, hence life was born from those words…. But, if said life is to go against my will, I will take it back!”

That’s the last verse and the signal for the final fiesta of this orchestra.

Firstly, the light and darkness had stopped warping and twisting together, slowly returning to their initial separate forms before finally rescinding back to the heavens in which it came.

Though White River could finally come back to his senses from that strange experience, there were something else that had stayed behind within him. more had stayed behind.

So what was it?

The answer was a “law”.

Slowly but surely, bits and pieces of his life energy began to drain away by this unfathomable law!

Struggling to stare up at the perpetrator, he roars out in agonizing pain: “YOU! This is not your power! This strength!!! This… it’s…. this power, it’s not of this world at all!!!”

In light of the foe being down on one knee already, the Pope somehow looked even weaker than White River despite the change in tide. His whole body trembled with every movement and his old face now looked shot like his soul was slowly consumed. Even so, that frail looking arm did not falter in the least when hold up the golden rod in his possession….

The astonishment didn’t only apply to the Shaman King either of course. Du Wei as well was shuddering over the unbelievable exchange. No…. the correct description should be he couldn’t shudder anymore because his heart had lost its beat from the shock.

This power….. White River is right, this is no longer something of this world. The Pope could never create such force! That eternal law, a power that’s surpassed even White River’s ability to shatter the constraints in this world. This was not something a mortal should have….

At this very moment, Du Wei suddenly came down with an unbelievable thought, Can it be, the power of the gods?!

He’s not randomly making this guess, there’s good plausible reason for this conjecture. Back in the Frozen Forest, White-Robed Gandalf have already mentioned it to him that there are supreme powers beyond mortal comprehension.

Its name: The Grand Prophecy Spell!

Is this that legendary power, the Grand Prophecy Spell capable of dictating the past, present and future? If that’s the case, this is no longer a spell or power of law, it’s the power of creation! Gasping at the horrific revelation, Creation…. The power to create, the power to create a world, create a new world! The Pope is creating a limited new world right now!!!