The frost continued to spread into the small world like blizzard had appeared.
It raced across the ground, climbed the trees, and crawled over the countless tentacles that had invaded the realm.
The once crimson sky gradually faded away. Red clouds by rotten energy turned silver.
The thick, corrupted atmosphere was replaced by an overwhelming coldness. Every breath carried a faint mist, and the wind became so frigid that even the remaining corruption began to disappear.
The vile energy that had poisoned the air for so long was being purified simply by coming into contact with the divine radiance.
At the center of it all, the enormous silver moon remained suspended in the heavens.
The moon remained silent, beautiful and untouchable to anyone else other than person standing on it.
The abomination stared at it. Its remaining eyes trembled with anger, hatred—and something it had never shown before.
