"New in the legendary LitRPG series. The beloved hero faces new problems. Will divine power help him? The stakes rise when the hero loses his power. Now, an error equals death.
A candle stub of His Flesh was burning down in the middle of the Great Nothing. The flame of His Soul’s Reflection, flickering on the tip of the wick, cast thousands of silent Shadows. One of the Faceless has now leaned her head to a shoulder, thoughtfully snorted, and wrinkled her brow. A local second of eternity for reflection—and the Shadow took an artifact brush, made by the Hands of the very One. The handle—made from a young sprout of the Tree of Worlds. The little bristles—made from the fur of a Heavenly Beast. The only one in this layer of reality. Star dust at his feet…"