Everything was exactly as the diary had predicted, Charles was about to be killed by the arc of light.
His mind was not filled with fear, he was still thinking of ways to save himself, but the arc of light gave him no time,
"Whoosh~!" The massive net arrived in front of him instantaneously, the rocks a level taller than Charles began being rapidly sliced into rubble by the arc of light, he was now in a deadly predicament, he was completely done for.
Just as the giant silver net was about to cover Charles's head, Lily, perched on his shoulder, quickly climbed onto his head, pushed forcefully with her limbs, and leaped towards the silver giant net.
The moment the two made contact, "swoosh~!"
Gentle sunlight swallowed everything, the Floating Island, the pink eyeballs, and both Charles and his crew.
Amidst the dazzling bright light, Charles did not feel his body separate; the crisis had been dissolved by the sunlight.
