The dusk deepened, and the last trace of misty crimson light on West Mountain was finally devoured by the long, dark night.
In the boundless night sky, it seemed as if all stars and celestial bodies were hidden within the Star River.
Instead of fine snow, numerous pale celestial lights descended from the dark blue firmament, striking an Exotic Bird flying among the high clouds, instantly freezing it into an icy sculpture. When the wind dispersed it, it turned into a glow resembling silver flakes.
The pale celestial light was cold, like a dreadful celestial punishment from an ancient realm, with thunderous sounds moaning like the netherworld, as if a terrifying end of days was imminent.
More celestial lights were descending, the Star River appearing to be shattered by some taboo force, the vast boundlessness of the night seemed to tremor with dull, loud noises as if something was about to break through.
Countless dense spots of light brewed within that celestial light like Chaos.
