Ace's gaze swept across the seven pillars, each shining with dreadful majesty.
None was weaker, and none seemed merciful.
Each pulsed with a profound law power, and he knew no matter which one he chose, there didn't seem to be any 'easy' trial or 'weak' sin as he previously believed.
Still, he knew—this was what he had come for, and to steal from heaven, he had to dare.
"Let's start…" His eyes narrowed, "…with that one."
His figure blurred, and when he stopped, he stood before the ashen pillar, its glyph of clutching claws pulsing faintly.
No… that wasn't the right one. His steps carried him instead to the sapphire pillar, the one etched with a glyph of a weeping mask. But again, he hesitated.
Finally, as if drawn by instinct, he halted before the emerald pillar, the glyph of a coiling serpent etched into its side. Its glow was muted, slow, almost lazy—yet terrifyingly profound.
Finally, he reached out, and the moment Ace laid his palm upon it…
BOOM!
