'Cold…'
The vacuous chamber was filled with nothing but stark light, shadows, and unbearable cold. Even Sunny, whose Supreme body was encased in the soulbound carapace of the Jade Mantle, could feel all warmth swiftly draining from his body.
At the same time…
He raised a hand. His palm was drowning in impenetrable darkness, while the back of his hand was shining with resplendent light. It had turned incandescent in the furious torrents of blinding radiance that poured between the shadows, on the verge of turning to ash.
Feeling his skin starting to blister beneath the sublime jade, Sunny grimaced and hid his hand in the shadows.
The vast spherical chamber was drowned in the radiance of a furious silver conflagration that burned in its center, suspended in the vacuum like a miniature star. In fact, maybe it was a star, just like the one imprisoned inside the Lighthouse — if so, this one was even smaller, so much so that Sunny could easily grasp it with his hands.
