The starry sky changed color. Its black backdrop turned white, leaving the Cloud Ghosts stunned.
Yet more than anything, they were captivated by its beauty, its grandeur, the radiance that had changed the color of the universe.
Their ignorance helped. After all, they had no idea the starry sky could not change color on its own.
Today was the Cloud Ghosts' first time seeing the stars. Before this, all they had seen was a scene like a sea of chaos, veiled by countless curtains of aurora.
Then, amid the God War, that sea of chaos became a sky thick with stars. That had already been one transformation.
Now it had turned into a pure white expanse, bleaching even the sea of clouds where they lived. They could not see anyone beside them, as though each were alone in the entire white world.
But they did not panic. They assumed the universe could change like this; it was simply difficult.
Only gods possessed the power to fight so fiercely that the world changed color!
"Is everyone still there?"
Ghost Peak shouted into the vast white world.
Countless Cloud Ghosts soon answered from all around. Calling to one another, they felt their way back together.
Before they could celebrate, however, voices from the Yang God Race rang out around them.
"Don't let them escape! You're all sacrifices for the Hao Gods!"
"Stop them!"
"They're over here! Follow my voice—ah! How dare you hit me!"
"They're rebelling! The sacrifices are rebelling!"
The Yang God Race had also been caught in the lingering white glare.
One side was made up of sacrifices, the other of lackeys. They had been enemies from the start.
Now this pure white environment, little different from darkness, brought their conflict to a head.
Unable to see each other, the