Above the starry expanse, the morning star fell westward.
Mortals describe the heavens as lofty, recounting that a fall from the sky would take nine days and nights to reach the ground; to fall from the ground to the Underworld would take the same, and from the Underworld to the Abyss, another nine days and nights—even for a deity, this immense distance is by no means trivial.
But when pierced by the spear shaft, Hypnos began to sink a millionfold faster, even the renowned speed of the Wind Gods and the Goddess of Rainbow probably couldn't match his descent at this moment.
Yet he didn't mind that. The God of Sleep looked up at the sky, Sinai's peaks growing farther and blurrier. At that moment, a sense of weakness suddenly surged from the depths of Hypnos's soul, followed by specks of light emerging from his divine body.
