As soon as the golden light touched the monster, it blossomed like a flower. A golden aurora appeared in the sky, and a galaxy made of gold was woven across it. Particles, filled with the essence of the sun, shimmered as they floated in the air.

Neither the eighteen heads, the body as large as a small hill, nor the forelegs capable of easily crushing a mountain were of any use before the golden sun.

With the arrival of dawn, the world, which had been frozen, began to move again. This didn’t mean that time was flowing once more; it …