Facing the Sun

"You obtained an abundant source of power from the previous world, but it still won't be enough to let me fully recover."

Looking toward the golden City of the Sun, faintly visible in the distance, Makado sighed softly. "If I had enough time to recover slowly, I could regain my former strength on my own. But there's no time for that now."

"To be of use, I'll unleash all my power and briefly reach my peak."

"But it won't last long. I'll only get one chance. Do you understand?"

He looked at Garfina and the others around him and spoke slowly.

"We understand."

Garfina and the others looked at Makado, their expressions resolute, and nodded. "We'll make one attempt. If we fail, we'll withdraw immediately."

"Good."

Makado nodded, then turned slightly to look ahead.

The golden City of the Sun stood before them.

It was an enormous city, its every corner carved with dense divine runes, making it appear incomparably sacred and majestic.

Each of those countless divine runes, taken alone, was a fearsome Divine Art, capable of suppressing evil and accomplishing all manner of things.

Yet here, they were packed so densely that the eye could not see where they ended.

Of course, in the eyes of Seventh Tier beings, these divine runes were impressive, but nothing extraordinary.

What truly concerned them was the power lurking within the city.

A deep and boundless divine power lay hidden inside, fused with the city and giving it unique properties.

The King of the Sun's authority was deeply rooted within it, completely merged with the city, inseparable from it.

This granted the city terrifying power.

And across the countless years of the past, innumerable devout followers of the Sun had come from far and wide, singing its praises and worshipping there time