The skies above the body of the sword were like individual patches. Typically, the sky in the different regions was different, and that was a result of the ancient sword's resistive force against the sun. Right now, in the region where the sword body was, the skies were pitch-black, and there were only three cracks which revealed a blinding and frightening red glow.
It was as if the interior of the sun could be seen through those gaps. The three red glows vaguely lit up the surroundings, allowing one to see the surroundings despite the darkness.
It was a vast area, and it was rare that there was no Sea of Fire, no lava, and no loose or broken pieces of the mountain. Looking at it from a distance, there seemed to be nothing there, and the entire area was silent.
It seemed that the quietness had lasted for tens of years. In this extreme silence, the air was filled with the scent of death.
