As the rift in the sky widened, the blazing form of the sun—Apollo—slowly emerged from within.
But when the people of the Myriad Races Continent raised their heads to the heavens and beheld the returning sun, their faces twisted in disbelief. What they saw was not the familiar golden brilliance that had illuminated their world for ages.
Instead, the sun that rose above them was grotesquely altered. The once-radiant surface, normally pure and incandescent, was marred by countless black spots. They dotted its surface in clusters large and small, and most disturbingly, these stains writhed and shifted as though alive.
Daniel's heart clenched. He recognized them immediately.
These crawling blemishes were none other than the Filth of God, the very corruption he had entrusted Milla to deal with only moments ago. Despite the immense distance separating him from Apollo, Daniel could feel the stench of that corruption, an aura so foul it seemed to poison even the light.
