The bells tolled.
Above the sea, Amber and Shia heard some grand yet indifferent voice rising.
They searched for the source of the voice, but it sounded as if it came from inside their own minds, and they were unable to distinguish any direction.
The atrophy of Lu Ban's flesh worried both of them greatly, uncertain of what had happened.
But at this time, they could only trust in Lu Ban.
Amber instinctively raised her head.
She saw that the black sun in the sky seemed to have changed.
Then, followed by a clear sound of shattering, that black sun cracked open.
Crack crack crack—
Another series of breaking sounds, the great black sun shattered like a smashed glass cup, its countless pieces falling toward the sea while turning to dust.
Behind that sun, it appeared that some even more eerie entity was slowly emerging.
Outside the storm, in the cities.
The people who only knew of this unprecedented typhoon through internet news suddenly felt the sunlight dimmed.