378: Since You've Seen the Great Sun, Why Don't You Bow?

Having Beheld the Great Sun, Why Do You Not Bow?

At the heart of that ancient city devoured by yellow sand, the sky should have held the radiance of Ra, Egypt's sun god. Yet now, it had been replaced by a bizarre, dark-red "sun." It was not a warm source of light, but a blood-colored halo suspended high above, slowly pulsating like the heart of a living creature.

That new sun hung where the original sun had been, radiating unsettling waves of energy.

The stone pillars throughout the city cast warped shadows, as though the entire world had suffered some fundamental distortion at that moment. And directly beneath that halo—

A breathtakingly perfect figure stepped out of a massive, ruptured embryo.

He had a human shape, yet surpassed mortal proportions. His skin was like the purest ivory, flowing with a metallic sheen; the symmetry and harmony of his features had reached mathematical perfection, as though carved by a god's own hand. His eyes were two deep voids, reflecting nothing yet capable of devouring every gaze.

It truly was a perfect shell.

It had the feel of a bargain-bin knockoff body.

With a flawlessly handsome face like Apollo's and a powerfully balanced physique in golden proportions, every inch of his skin radiated an inhuman, unseeable sacred brilliance, as though condensed from the purest light. Seven resplendent golden halos slowly rotated behind his head, exuding immense majesty.

Each one bore ancient runes beyond comprehension, releasing a pressure that made souls tremble.

The evil god's pure white robe fluttered without wind, and amid its flowing hems, stars seemed to be born and extinguished. Most striking of all was the complete Eye of Ra embedded in his chest—a vertical eye flowing with molten-gold liquid light, radiating energy as warm and immense as the heart