Flames seeped into the crystal, rapidly spreading and flowing between the hair-like delicate, complex three-dimensional structures within the crystal, and as the flames were injected, Duncan's consciousness also began to sink.
He felt as though he had entered an empty, silent, ice-cold place.
It was like a corner that had been forgotten for endless years, a sense of inexplicable isolation and loneliness almost instantly transmitted to him along with the flames, followed by a perception of light in his field of vision—a strong, almost indiscernible-scale, ice-cold light.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing on a gigantic black rock, floating in the void, while a near-terrifying golden sun burned quietly before his eyes. The flames on the surface of the sun churned, the astonishing solar prominences rose and fell silently in the void.