"Suote, I know your explosive power is strong,"
Dailot looked at He Ao, the muscles on his body surging like thunder. "I don't know where you got this power from, but do you think I would give you an easy chance like Wistain did?"
Fine lines of order emerged on his body, spreading across his entire frame in an instant. These lines, as if imbued with life, wriggled and twisted, quickly forming a complex pattern of a perfect dodecahedron.
Then, the pattern distorted instantly. Like a real dodecahedron, it began writhing, twisting, and struggling under Dailot's flesh, as if a ferocious beast was about to break free from the earth.
At that moment, Dailot raised both his hands, looking up at the sky, and shouted loudly, "I have witnessed it! Eternal darkness is the cradle, the stars give birth to Order."
The shout resonated with the heavens and earth. The sky, which had regained a glimmer of light, darkened once more. A faintly discernible form began to emerge in the firmament above.