Some time later, the Cryptic Sun returned to the palace, his clothes smeared with black blood and bits of viscera clinging to the fabric. The once pristine robes were now a testament to the brutal skirmish he had just endured, though his demeanor suggested it was nothing more than a casual exercise.
"You have returned, Junfei," a voice echoed through the grand hall, calm yet carrying an undertone of curiosity.
"Yeah, it was a good way to pass the time and relax a bit," the Cryptic Sun responded nonchalantly, as if battling one of the meanest, baddest, and strongest creatures in the Beyond was merely a trivial diversion for him. His casual tone did little to mask the underlying power he wielded, a power that few could comprehend.
The Death Sun, observing him from a distance, noted, "You seem to be injured."
