The golden circle expanded, its molten edges rippling like liquid fire as Northern channeled the full might of his Solar Ascension. The altar of purple-dark flames atop his head suddenly erupted, soaring to form a colossal halo that blazed with renewed intensity, casting an ominous glow across the devastated soul world.
The summoned sun materialized slowly at first—a pinprick of brilliant light within the golden circle. But as Northern poured more essence into it, the miniature star swelled, its surface churning with solar storms that defied the laws of the Leviathan's reality. The heat radiating from it began to warp the very air, turning the grey ash clouds into writhing vapor.
