The sun shone hot and bright in the dome of heaven. It was noon, so the sun was right in front of the face of the god above. The dazzling light made it difficult for mortals to even look up.

The god behind the sun seemed to surpass space and time. It didn’t matter whether it was day or night. It didn’t matter whether one was dreaming or not. It didn’t matter if you talked about the past or the future. That god was always there. Hē witnessed the transformations to the world below. Hē witnessed all life and death. Hē witnessed the brutality and chaos that hē had brought to the world. Even the burning sunlight seemed more vicious because of that god. It was like the sunlight was more evil, as though it didn’t want the current season to leave quietly, the way it should according to the way of nature.

Instead, the sun beat down onto the lands below, and filled every corner of the Seven Blood Eyes capital...