Yan Jin stood transfixed, his eyes wide as he witnessed the images conjured by Eli. The cosmic world shifted around them, displaying the vibrant beauty of the Andromeda galaxy, home to the Heretical Gods, a race once prosperous and thriving.
Eli's voice was heavy with both nostalgia and sorrow as he recounted his story. "We were powerful—generals, scholars, warriors, all blessed with the Heretical God Frame. It allowed us to wield multiple bloodlines and possess immense soul power. The universe feared us because of how in tune we were with the primal energies of creation."
Yan Jin marveled at the vivid scene of a galaxy so full of life and energy. But then, as Eli swiped his hand once more, the image twisted and darkened. The galaxy, once teeming with life, was now poisoned and desolate, the bright colors fading into a sickly green.
