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The temperature in this region actually fell gradually from over five thousand degrees to around four thousand. An astronomical telescope would have picked up an incongruous dark patch.
That was a sunspot.
His Haki-covered body kept kicking off the air and climbing. The five-hundred-kilometer Photosphere had consumed most of his stamina, yet the real trial had only just begun-
Beyond the Photosphere lay the Chromosphere, roughly twenty-five hundred kilometers thick and composed of magnetized plasma. Though dimmer, its temperature soared from ten thousand to a hundred thousand degrees.
Disordered magnetic fields fragmented the distribution of energy: waves of heat rose and fell like tides, streams of fire tore in every direction, and vortices gathered and dispersed unpredictably.
Before such turmoil, even the strongest Logia user would feel as insignificant as dust.
"Just what I wanted."
Rossi had already made plans for the frenzy of heat and energy. He turned and shot toward a vortex.
The layer of light churned ceaselessly, extending into a scorching expanse five hundred kilometers across.
Boiling energy gathered into eddies like bubbles rising in an enormous cauldron.
Those immense vortices spanned over a thousand kilometers, more magnificent than the moon hanging overhead. Most lasted only minutes, though a few stubborn ones lingered for hours.
Their interiors were likewise filled with violent energy, but were somewhat milder than their outer layers.
"Stillness Domain: Abyss."
Under Rossi's power, the torrent of searing heat abruptly froze, enclosing him in a transparent sphere.
At that moment, he seemed to have leaped from the deepest part of the Photosphere to the edge of the Chromosphere-no, this was by no means a simple escape.
Hidden within the mass of gas**, he closed his eyes and focused. His perception pierced the roiling curtain of plasma and reached a fragment of what was