The Kashima Maru endured the Solar Forge. As the fleet penetrated the inner sanctum of the God of Solis, the atmosphere underwent a transition from light into a physical solid. The air was a crystalline cube of holy pressure that sought to bridge every gap in the ship's hull and every pore in the survivors' skin. There was no night here, no dusk, and no reprieve, only the Eternal Noon, a state of being where the past was bleached white and the future was a blurring, featureless void.
Ren Hanshin stood at the zenith of the prow, his body a conduit for two conflicting infinities.
[Synchronization: 71.0%]
[Level: 115]
[Status: The Eclipser's Vigil]
[Condition of Environment: Abnormal!! Warning!!]
His right side, the Weaver's porcelain masterpiece, was nearly transparent now, a shell of divine marble containing a swirling storm of crimson-amber starlight.
