The black sphere floating amidst the dark clouds began to tremble slowly.
No one witnessed it, and even if they did, few could comprehend it.
It was a grand bolt of lightning—a cosmic explosion born from the void—manifested on the ground.
The black sun, which had once spewed forth curses to the world, had ceased to compile instructions, and the Colorful Phosphorescence roamed across its surface with retina-searing intensity, like knives crawling over a black pearl, as cracks incessantly formed on the sphere, spilling forth an endless rainbow light.
The scene appeared as if the black sun was about to burst.
