The passage of time and the changing of the world could be completed in an instant.
Countless Frost Giants were swallowed by seawater and scorching magma amid wails and terror. Above them, fragments from the exploding sun brought even greater destruction upon every living thing in this plane. Those solar fragments contained immeasurable heat and destructive force, evaporating the seas, vaporizing icebergs, and punching through the earth.
In an instant, the apocalypse descended upon this once cold and desolate plane!
Even as destruction fell, the Frost Giants had no idea why they were suffering through any of this.
Meanwhile, Sanguinius dragged Solam along in a frantic escape.
Solam had successfully screwed himself over yet again...
"Fuck! If I'd known, I never would've touched that corpse." Solam could not move a muscle. He could only lie stiff as a log in Sanguinius's arms as Sanguinius desperately searched for a chance to survive amid the plane's upheaval.
Fortunately, Sanguinius had wings and could fly. Otherwise, Solam might really have gotten himself killed this time. With the plane in its current state, all the energy filling it had turned berserk. Any spellcasting would only turn its caster into a massive firework and make them explode on the spot.
Thus, they could only rely on Sanguinius's wings to fly. Even so, they were far from safe. Destructive storms that occasionally swept through the sky and falling meteors could end Solam's life at any moment.
In this situation, Solam could only silently curse himself for being so damn handsy.
What had happened was simple. Solam had completely destroyed that Obyrith demon lord, and everything had begun from there. The corpse of that Obyrith demon lord had lain beneath the ice for at least tens of thousands of years. Over those countless years, it had fully