The intense core of the great sun fluctuated, and Helios's complexion was unpredictable.
This was a space of light and heat, the same place where he had been imprisoned as a child and where his father, the Titan god Hyperion's Divine Body, had collapsed and then restructured and healed.
The power of the sun was most concentrated here, anything that did not belong would be rejected. But at this moment, it did not bring Helios any feeling of closeness; instead, strands of red mist penetrated from outside to inside.
Indeed, from the outside to the inside, and not emanating from Helios himself—although he had obtained this branch of unknown origin but terrifying power from Gaia's hands, Helios had not actually used it at first.
No one would lightly draw on such an obscure and corrosive force, moreover, what was even more critical was that Helios felt there was a limit to the amount he could bear.
