The mysteries that had always shrouded his mind like a dark cloud were dispelled, and the truth of the world came crashing down. It was as if he stood atop a mountain tens of thousands of yards high, with an endless abyss beneath his feet. A single misstep could shatter him to pieces.
"But..."
Rod struggled to open his mouth and asked.
"If all these stars come from those incredibly great beings, why are some stars so weak and others so strong?"
Royeger said softly, "The Soul Wilderness is a special space built upon time and spiritual mist. All the remnants of great existences gather here, forming the ashes of stars. They are once great powers, indelible brilliance. Even if only a trace remains, it will ignite new flames... This is the process of lighting stars."
"The amount of accumulated ash determines the star's strength. The weak stars have simply gathered less ash, while the strong stars have gathered more."
