For one brief instant, in this narrow stretch of heaven and earth compared to the truly colossal thing before them, it became impossible to tell—was that dazzling light, painful even to the abyss, falling or rising?
Amid streams of rainbow light erupting like geysers, the solar disc expanded madly, like Saturn's rings. And within the pure void of darkness at its core, a point of light suddenly appeared, enough to shake all of hell.
A massive aggregate seemingly formed from countless mountains abruptly appeared upon the battlefield. Winding rifts spread with a roar, as though they would crush the whole of hell in half.
The earth's wail, the sky's turmoil, the storm's howl, the radiance shooting in every direction.
When every sound overlapped in one place, what resounded was a grand symphony echoing throughout hell.
The shriek of the wind was like a fanatical hymn, the thunderous collapse of the earth became its beat, and the cracking of fissures spreading across the Sky Dome formed a solemn, frigid melody.
This was a symphony in praise of destruction.
Amid that joyous song of all things being annihilated, the true sun descended into the abyss and hung high above the sky.
Beneath torrents of light bursting forth like solar prominences, scarlet flames surged and rolled like tides, intertwining into a flawless circle.
Within the core of the solar disc, beneath the flames and Brilliant Light, the sounds of steel grinding against steel rose and fell.
Mountain-sized gearworks turned overhead. Countless spring mechanisms, like solitary peaks, revolved within the operation of colossal machinery. Layer upon layer of ring-shaped modules interlocked, while innumerable complex structures shifted ceaselessly in an instant—amid the terrifying plunge of Source Matter reserves throughout the Present Realm, the savage and merciless Mechanical Sun finally took shape.
Like the cold, cruel