Shock

The clamor of tens of thousands in the square strangely froze the instant that pure white radiance swept over them.

It was not an uproar, nor was it a cry of alarm, but the shock of a collective loss of voice.

The silence lasted nearly ten seconds.

Then, from some corner of the crowd, someone awkwardly began to clap.

Clap.

That soft sound was like a stone thrown into a deathly still lake, instantly shattering the invisible film that had enveloped everyone.

Clap. Clap clap.

One, two, ten, hundreds... The applause grew from sparse to dense, from hesitant to fervent, eventually converging into thunderous cheers like a mountain-shaking tsunami that swept across all of Backlund Square.

Confusion and awe mingled on people's faces. They did not understand the principle behind this miracle, but they instinctively cheered for this mighty power that had conquered the night. "God... this... this is daylight!"

"Look at that tree! It looks like it's burning!"

"Mr. Edwin... he brought the sun down to earth!"

Up on the platform, Edwin stood quietly, allowing the fervent roar to wash over him.

His gaze passed over the excited faces below, illuminated by the light, but what rose within his heart was a complex emotion that spanned time and space.

Modern society had finally torn open a tiny gap in this world where steam and mysticism intertwined.

This light left him slightly dazed, as though he had returned to his homeland, where neon flickered and lights blazed brightly.

The reporters finally snapped awake from the enormous shock.

Like hounds injected with a stimulant, their eyes gleamed with professional fervor.

The clicks of shutters rose and fell, capturing this historic moment on film.

They did not even have time to consider the principles behind it, but their keen instincts were already