Dust swirled across the arena, thousands of eyes fixed on the two figures standing at the center. Iris felt resistance against the blade in her hand, her slender dark brows faintly furrowed.
Sunlight streamed through the dome overhead, piercing the dusty air and forming clearly visible beams. At the brightest focal point, delicate threads of light converged like rivers flowing into the sea, enveloping the petite pink silhouette.
Arms, shoulders, chest, and abdomen, all skin above the knees covered now in light elements. Lyra stood bathed in holy radiance. Light, which should have no physical form, gradually coalesced around her body, ultimately solidifying into shimmering, silvery armor with a metallic sheen.
Unlike the Frost Armor, which was merely a thin layer adhering to the caster's skin, only resembling armor in shape and offering questionable defensive capabilities, the radiant Holy Light Armor Lyra now wore was a true, solid, and durable defense.
