Within the barrier, on the dark side of the sun, as the crimson shade in the palm carrying the information was fully accepted by Helios, the thing it hid beneath began to finally show a hint of clue.
That was a seven-segmented weevil emitting starlight all over its body, with rings hooked tail to head, nestling on its surface one by one.
In the God of Sun's perception, the weevil's aura was not particularly strong, a mere branch from the Mother Tree was enough to suppress all inferior to the supreme Divine Power of the great ones, this tiny creature of starlight was even less potent than those Spirit Realm Star Gods in charge of the Zodiac Domain.
Yet, deep atop the sun, Helios deeply knew this was only the surface; under the Mother Tree's branch's blessing, the true essence of the seven-segmented weevil unfolded before him a corner of the iceberg.
Teetering between existence and obliteration, lingering in the threshold of presence and absence.