Chapter 395 Under the Sun That Never Sleeps
"It shouldn't be like this," Joanna said. "Didn't the Black Sun cease to exist with the last magic she cast?"
The sky of Omega was supposed to be a soft purple at dusk—the color that once enveloped the Hymdar mountains and the floating cities above the clouds. But as Joanna and Rui stepped out of the time rift and set foot on Omega, they did not see the sky.
They saw wounds.
The sky had been torn open like skin cut by a god's claw, revealing a large swirling mass of black and gold, like a sun turned inside out, burning from within and radiating the pure will known as the Black Sun.
It didn't emit light; instead, it exuded a luminous emptiness that seeped into her soul. Light distortion created flickering shadows, making Joanna's silhouette appear marred by an intangible presence.
Joanna stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat by the reality before her. The world she once knew—the sacred plains of Omega, the crystal pools from the era of Asgard, the seasonal spires—all melted into abstract forms, as if pulled by an unforeseen force. The ground heaved like a heartbeat, vibrating beneath her feet as if sensing her presence. Rivers flowed upwards towards the gaps in the sky, their waters shimmering with an unnatural black-gold hue.
In the distance, human shadows froze in the air, their eyes vacant and mouths wide open as if still screaming without sound, creating a stark image of helplessness. The whispering wind crafted an atmosphere of anxiety that filled the air, sending shivers down Joanna's spine. The tension escalated as the cold temperature mingled with a stifling heat in her chest, quickening her heartbeat.
They are not dead.
They are caught in time, trapped in the liminal space between reality and oblivion.
The effect of Chrono-Void Radiation—the primary consequence of the Black Sun—spread mercilessly, devastating all in its path.
Joanna felt every vibration from the Black Sun seeping into her bones, as if each pulse resonated with the heartbeat of a dying world. "Joanna..." Rui's voice was hoarse and trembling, laden with uncertainty. "This..."