The Goddess's Might Saves the World - Chapter 8 - Part 2

Gracia’s massive twin wings wheeled in the sky like stellar rings, radiating an unearthly, pale-blue light. It was as if the entire battlefield had been pulled, against its will, into a different dimension of cosmic law.
The sky froze solid. The currents of the clouds stopped dead. Snowflakes hung suspended in mid-air, like petrified rain. Even the hero’s frantic heartbeat was snared, dragged into a crushing cage called ‘Stasis’.
The Dragon King had activated its absolute domain—
“Frost Epoch Reversal.”
This was no mere spell freezing physical objects; it was a total blockade of time and soul. The entire city of the extreme north became a “Soul-Locking Frozen River,” a current running through both divinity and deathly silence.
Before the hero could even blink, he stumbled into that silver-white fissure. The river wasn’t water; it was made of soundless, frigid fragments of time, each droplet as crushingly heavy as a millennium. His vision slowed, his bl00d thickened to a sluggish mass, and every single breath he drew felt like swallowing glacial shackles.
“Crack—”
The sound was a sword tip breaking. But it wasn’t the shattering of metal—it was the collapse of his “Sword of Will.”
He saw his own future shadow—a phantom detached from time. It was a corpse that had died silently beneath the frozen river…
…shaking her head in refusal: “This strike, it can only be delivered by me.”
With the words spoken, she inhaled deeply, and her feet slammed down upon the ice plain, causing the entire Aurora Field to shake violently.
She spread her arms, and her divine form simultaneously flared with light, as if igniting two miniature suns. The flames were not simple combustion; they were plasma waves, unfolding from the core of a divine star. The ice plain began to melt, and the souls frozen for ten thousand years murmured in a collective whisper.
It was a silent summoning—the body of the ancient god had not yet gone to sleep; the lament of the dead had not yet subsided.
She gently leaned forward, taking a step, placing one hand beneath her left bosom and using the other to cradle the right side. Her chest vibrated fiercely as divine energy rapidly compressed into her divine core. This was not an attack, but a purification—the initial activation of the Goddess’s ultimate chapter, the Sacred Radiance Path.
“Final Holy Wave”—Activated.
The two flame cores contracted violently inward, collapsing into brilliant white particle nuclei. As the Goddess abruptly whipped her upper body forward, her bosom unleashed a torrent of near-divine energy, surging outwards from her center in all directions. It struck like a wave of light, a flood of power, or the very first strike of cosmic dawn.
The moment this radiant wave struck the crystallized remains of Gracia, the entire ice plain was hit as if by an interstellar nuclear blast.
The crystal layer burst, space…