Behind and to one side of the Giant King's Court, beneath the twilight frozen on the horizon, Cyril slowly emerged from the void.
Beneath his feet lay a broad road paved with bluish-gray stone slabs. Ahead stood a forest of decaying, withered trees, their twisted forms dim and indistinct.
In front of the forest stood two rotting giants, three to four meters tall, holding mottled, rusty swords.
They looked as though they had been dead for a long time, but under the influence of certain powers, their corpses still carried out their duties from life, guarding this forest.
Drawing back his gaze, Cyril flashed closer, then spread his arms halfway, as though embracing the orange-red setting sun on the horizon.
An enormous, pure sphere of light wreathed in countless golden flames appeared out of thin air, engulfing the rotting giants with their rusty swords, igniting their flesh and melting their bodies.
The next second, dawn-like radiance flashed over the two rotting giants, forming thin but sturdy walls that separated them from the blazing, sacred Solar Flare.
The walls formed from dawn light blocked the Solar Flare's burning heat, but the blazing aura of the sun domain still melted their rotting bodies little by little.
Seeing this, Cyril simply threw the Pure White Vision in his hand.
The Eyeball Glass Orb landed in front of them with a clack, continuously absorbing the surrounding light. Two or three seconds later, it erupted with warm, clear radiance that purified everything.
Beneath the pure, bright light, clouds of black smoke rose continuously from the two rotting giants behind the walls of dawn light, their bodies rapidly melting at a rate visible to the naked eye.
After five or six seconds, the walls of dawn light silently dissipated, leaving only chunks of blackened, stinking flesh