The world was dead silent.
Without a sound, as if every trace of noise had been devoured by some invisible monster.
The Pitch-black Blazing Sun shrouded everything. Looking up from the abyss, one could see only how all things silently welcomed their demise amid the stillness.
Yet even before they were burned away by the black sun, the billions of annihilated souls sang joyous hymns without cease, praising destruction, praising the end.
Now, the pitch-black sun was gradually descending.
Within the boundless darkness, only that solemn solar disk burned with solemn yet eerie radiance, forming a crown that revolved alongside the blazing sun.
Amid the terrifying vortex, storm, and countless scattered remnants, it resembled a gigantic eye.
Looking down from above.
Coldly watching all things wither and burn away in destruction.
"How terrifying."
The Soul Sacrifice Master sighed softly.
Within his soul, countless lingering souls felt the blazing sun's radiance. The determination of those countless remnants who had resolved to walk the path of giants had, merely beneath that illumination, begun to waver faintly.
"Abba abba."
A spherical mass of liquid in his arms opened its mouth and made a muffled sound.
The Soul Sacrifice Master nodded in agreement.
Just as the Sea Giant had said, no matter what kind of enemy it was, once it became powerful to such an extent, it itself was enough to represent morality and justice beyond defiance.
It could almost be called truth.
Its existence was the answer, eternity itself—the answer and outcome that all directions and all things could not escape.
The insignificant had no way to resist this call of truth. Like dust unable to withstand the gravity of stars, they did not even possess the right to be its enemy.
The only thing they could do was worship and praise it.