Battlefield.
The space was full of cracked traces.
The scorching sensation of the flames enveloped an area of tens of thousands of miles, killing every living creature within.
Clearly, it was the energy of the sun, the power that grants life to the world, yet at this moment, it felt incredibly still and lifeless.
In the midst of the broken space and heat, a black figure with a cracked exoskeleton stood motionless.
The long blade clutched tightly in his right hand trembled slightly, its edge glowing red, and the indifference in his eyes had long turned into exhaustion.
Not far from him, half a body lay on the ground, motionless in the intense heat.
The right hand of the torso was pierced by a black-and-red surgical knife, deeply embedded into the crimson crystalline ground.
No one could see this scene, yet it seemed to display the dawn of the future.
[Sun Salutation: Lava, Earth Core, Fierce Sun, God]
