The light of the sky poured down, and not only were the dark clouds dispelled, more importantly, the Fallen God, who had been curled up in the dark egg of the sun for an entire year, was now tightly enveloped by a pair of giant hands seemingly reaching out from the cosmos.
Those giant hands moved gently yet firmly, not caring at all for the small figure's struggle within them, grabbing tightly and pulling it directly out of the dark sun.
As if the past year of endless darkness was just a joke and an illusion, in the blink of an eye, the world was illuminated with heavenly light.
Cloudless clear skies stretched from above to the horizons, and simultaneously, in various parts of the world, the sky returned to normal—moonlight became once more vague and gentle, and starlight started to twinkle brightly in the night sky.
"Seriously, sis! Is this a rescue from the gallows?"
Seeing this scene, the Mute Girl cursed in exasperation and gave a casual flick.
