Almost without realizing it, Daniel turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting toward the blazing sphere of Apollo. Rivers of dark corruption—the dreaded Filth of God—were seeping outward from the celestial body's vast surface. Thick and tar-like, they writhed and oozed into the void, carrying with them a malignant aura that could corrode everything they touched.
The only small comfort amidst this grim spectacle was that Apollo, the once-resplendent Sun, had been completely suppressed. For the first time in what felt like endless days of tension, the oppressive atmosphere lightened, and even the heaviest of hearts began to relax.
Milla, standing not far from Daniel, finally allowed herself to loosen her shoulders and exhale. A trace of relief showed on her fair features.
