This day began like any other in the old domains of the Sun Church—scorched skies, drifting embers, and dragons soaring across the burning heavens—but everything changed in an instant.
"RUMBLE!!"
Without warning, the sky trembled with a fury so immense it seemed the very firmament might fracture and fall. Lightning arced without storm, splitting clouds into crimson ribbons. The heavens swirled with celestial chaos, the air vibrating with a pressure that threatened to shatter eardrums and rend flesh. It was not mere weather. It was divine descent.
A force unlike any other surged down from the cosmos, so ancient and vast that it seemed to carry the will of creation itself. It was not just energy—it was essence, a power that could devour all things and rewrite them into something new. It came not in a bolt, but in a wave: a golden tide tinted with obsidian edges, crashing through the sky and making the entire Helix Continent tremble.
