Devouring Lord of the Black Sun Bloodline (9/10, asking for monthly votes)

Evan soon saw the battle between light and darkness that the Copper Saintess had described.

As the two of them hid behind a massive pillar, the sphere of opposing forces ahead suddenly burst apart down the middle.

Light and darkness poured out as though they had been stored up for thousands upon thousands of years, instantly dividing the entire space into two regions.

The region on the left was awash in holy gold and white, with prismatic light in seven colors shimmering all around it.

At the heart of it all was a pyramidal crystal.

It looked as though two pyramids had been joined base to base.

A four-sided pyramid formed each end.

The structure seemed seamless, and an incomparably sacred, pure light radiated from within it.

That light was so pure that it offered no sense of brightness, sunshine, or warmth.

Instead, it felt utterly merciless: towering over all things, crushing all things, and burning all things to ash.

"Do you want to become that cold sun too?"

In the blood-red sphere above Evan's head, two eyes widened to an exaggerated degree.

Opposite that world of light lay darkness so black that nothing could be seen within it.

It was absolute darkness, reflecting no light at all.

Looking over, it seemed as though nothing was there. As though nothing existed there.

Then both sides unleashed even fiercer power.

The side of light grew ever more dazzling, as though it meant to turn everything in the space into part of itself.

The side of darkness grew ever deeper. One glance gave Evan the feeling that his soul was being pulled from his body.

Fortunately, the Blood Moon Spirit's Status locked his soul firmly inside him.

"What kind of Status does that thing have? It can draw in a soul with