The shockwave passed, leaving everyone in disarray. Although their plight wasn't as pitiable as those torn asunder at the epicenter of the explosion, it was still a sorry sight, with blood trickling from ears and brains ringing, leaving them dizzy and swollen-headed.
One by one they stared dazedly at the goddess enveloped in light spots. This luminance was all too familiar—it was the glow of Soul White Light returning to the graveyard. But now, for reasons unknown, it was being imprisoned, disintegrated, and absorbed by the goddess.
The consequences of Soul White Light absorption were too severe. This was not unexperienced by others—death once meant a direct loss of five levels' worth of experience. And for those who had just crossed the threshold of level ten, it seemed they wouldn't lose a level, but their fate was even worse.
