As the blinding disc of the sun broke fully free from the eastern canopies, its fiery radiance shifted from the pristine, concentrated violet-gold of dawn into the harsh, blazing white of full morning.
Sol felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere. The microscopic, high-density threads of First Sunrise Essence that had drifted over the world like celestial dew were rapidly diluting, melting away into common, ambient essence.
A faint, purplish mist escaped his lips before quickly dissolving into the breeze.
Sol opened his eyes, his neon-crimson eyes flashed with a brief, blinding light before settling back into a calm, deep pools of liquid crimson brimming with boundless vitality.
He felt incredible. His physical body was light, his mind was crystal clear, his sun core was brimming with refined power, and the fatigue from his subterranean centipede hunt and his double-night of intense passion was now completely gone.
And with that, he was finished with his morning routine.
