Dazzling stars glittered within the transparent glass crystal ball, reflected in Cyril's eyes.
Then his vision blurred, and he saw an expanse of orange-red twilight frozen in the sky.
Beneath the twilight glow, which seemed to have frozen time itself, one-eyed giants with dark, sinewy bodies gathered like pilgrims around an enormous complex of buildings winding around a towering mountain.
Most wore crude leather armor, while a few wore full suits of silver armor engraved with intricate patterns and carried broad straight swords.
At the very center of the assembled giants, at the summit of the towering mountain, stood a magnificent, imposing palace.
Inside, a giant over a hundred meters tall, wearing a silver crown, sat upon a throne.
Every inch of his skin, every pore, every piece of flesh seemed to defy normal human perception, assembled in a peculiar form that held an unimaginable impact and brimmed with holiness and glory.
He merely sat there in silence, yet seemed more dazzling than the twilight frozen in the sky.
Crack!
An ethereal sound of cracking glass rang in Cyril's ears, and the scene before him shattered with it.
The next second, a brilliant "sun" suddenly appeared, dispersing more than half the twilight that seemed eternally frozen in the heavens.
The "sun" illuminating the earth poured out immense light and heat, rapidly expanding into a colossal figure of light that seemed capable of holding up heaven and earth. At his feet lay an exceptionally dense, five-headed shadow, with dark red faintly flowing within it.
Behind him, a dial-like disk divided into twelve sections slowly revolved.
His hands held a white tower composed of countless illusory books.
Opposite him, the giant wearing the silver crown rose amid alternating light from noon and twilight. His figure also expanded until his feet rested on