Intense light erupted in a single breath.
It was more fierce than any collision or explosion before, as if wanting to cover the entire world, filling people's vision with a strong light that tinged everything with a single color.
There was no explanation, nor did anyone know what exactly happened, but everyone had an inexplicable feeling that "this was the end."
There was no solid theoretical support, nor any evidence to prove it, just when that light, like the rising sun, blossomed, a feeling similar to relief, yet mixed with reluctance, swept through their hearts. As the light gradually dimmed, the sun, full of strength and vitality, grew faint. The intense light quickly became tired and dark, extremely desolate yet still breathtakingly beautiful, painting the sky with a striking, melancholic red.
Watching that magnificent scene, the feeling of dust settling grew even firmer.
Roland in descent;
Li Lin surging upward;
