How many colors does sunlight have? This was once the question Igor cared about most.
Now, Igor found himself explaining this very question to Stan Sol. How quickly things changed; the once-clueless boy was now teaching others about the hues of sunlight.
"The colors of a rainbow are the colors of sunlight, though they are generally hard for the naked eye to discern. But this world is fair; the rainbow after the rain refracts the sunlight, showing us its colors," Igor explained eloquently, not worried in the slightest that the Dark Force could attack him.
Stan Sol didn't really care about the colors of sunlight, he thought. He was more concerned about how Igor had managed to conjure this sunlight.
When Igor uttered those inspiring words, Stan Sol felt deeply uneasy.
Where did Igor get the courage to say such a thing? Stan Sol wondered at the ti. And weren't his words incredibly forceful? Wasn't he afraid of provoking the enemy by saying them?
However, Stan Sol had clearly worried too much. When the fiery red sun appeared in the sky, Stan Sol's jaw dropped in astonishnt.
This is simply incredible! he thought. I never imagined Igor still had such a trick up his sleeve. I originally thought we were done for, completely trapped by the enemy.
But unexpectedly, the Lightning Igor had released surged about like a roaming dragon, instantly tearing open the pitch-black sky.
The torn sky revealed the colors of sunlight—warm, proud, and imnsely comforting.
Watching the colors of the sunlight, Stan Sol felt an imnse thrill in his heart. These colors were truly magnificent and incredibly striking.
"How... did... you... do... it?" Stan Sol finally asked. Though his heart was a maelstrom of emotions, he was now able to chat calmly with Igor. This indicated that their current situation was relatively comfortable.
"This is the result of everyone's efforts. I rely made the trap more concealed," replied Igor, leaning against Stan Sol. He was completely drained of strength and had fully relaxed at this mont. He had gambled correctly; sunlight was indeed the nesis of the Dark Force. Those bastards who couldn't face the sun truly had no way to retaliate.
Apart from clamoring to "destroy you all," the lingering will of Wizard Reed could no longer utter any other defiant cries.
The formidable power had suddenly disintegrated, becoming exceedingly fragile.
Everything in the world has its counter; all things possess their own weaknesses. Nothing is truly invincible, and nothing is insurmountable.
Everything is a cycle: water turns into steam, and steam condenses back into water, from the sky to the earth, from the surface to the very depths...
"But, how..." Stan Sol was still puzzled at this mont. Igor had rambled on for quite a while but hadn't gotten to the point. Stan Sol currently lacked the ntal energy to ponder so many questions; he just wanted a straightforward answer about what had happened and how the sun had appeared.
Yet Igor continued to lecture on grand principles, seemingly completely oblivious to Stan Sol's intentions.
"Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet! These are the colors of a rainbow, and these are the colors of sunlight!" Igor exclaid, still very excited, his voice growing louder and louder until it was exceptionally resonant.
"This..." Stan Sol didn't quite know what to say. This was all Igor's achievent, so it was perfectly normal for Igor to let himself go at this mont.
People who have been suppressed need an outlet. All of this had been caused by that Dark Force; they had been tornted for such a long ti. Now, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Having been suppressed for a long ti, their emotions finally found release. Seeing the colors of the sunlight, they too were quite excited.
At this very mont, Stan Sol also felt like shouting loudly.
This would be conducive to releasing his own emotions.
The red sunlight was anger, and this indeed represented their mood at this mont.
What were they angry about? They were angry that even now, they hadn't found a way to deal with this Dark Force. They were furious with themselves for having been in such a muddled state, just like this dark condition, persisting here without the slightest change.
The eruption of anger at this mont made the sunlight unbridled. It seed as if all their grievances, all their oppression, were completely released.
This was the aning of red: fervent anger, a reckless, dazzling brilliance.
The colors of the sun can have many anings. No one can fully explain them, but at this mont, everyone could empathize with this furious red.
The fiery red, the leaping flas were like furious dancers. They displayed their utmost forms, and the earth trembled in response. The fervor of the flas made the already bright sky instantly beco even more magnificent.
Through Igor's narration, Stan Sol gradually began to understand. It was a wondrous experience; he seed to feel what Igor felt, see what Igor saw, and comprehend Igor's entire operation.
Magnificent and colorful—that described the entire operation.
Igor had asked for Kuren's Spirit Painting. This painting was not sothing that could be described as rely "lifelike"; it was infused with Kuren's very heart and soul.
Igor spread these paintings all over the sky, making the original darkness even dimr and also making it unclear what was truly happening within that expanse of true darkness.
Within the true darkness, Hustace directed Simon to leap in various directions. His phantom-like footwork was also a deceptive maneuver, preventing people from understanding what he was truly doing.
At the mont Igor and Hustace communicated, Hustace could clearly delineate the power of the Lightning, distributing it amidst the cloud layers.
Yuga's Wind Elental displayed its natural power at this mont. He stirred the dark clouds, causing them to constantly collide, and in that instant, the Lightning ford a resonance.
The appearance of Lightning brought light into the darkness, but this was rely a normal phenonon within the darkness and wouldn't arouse suspicion.
Joseph and Jemma's perspectives and reconnaissance allowed these actions to proceed smoothly. Hustace said he could see what those Symbols represented.
Hustace arranged the positions of the Lightning based on those Symbols; his plan also involved rigorous deduction...
Most impressive were Kevin and the group from the Alchemy Workshop. Their unsparing attacks not only attracted the Undead Creatures but also puzzled the lingering will of Wizard Reed, who wondered what kind of ntality this group had to still not give up.
The entire process was thrilling and perilous. Every single person was playing their part, and everyone gave their all.
Such efforts finally yielded results.
When Yuga's Wind Elental blew away the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the Lightning to shine brilliantly, the entire sky was transforming.
However, Kuren's Spirit Painting obstructed these changes, so the commotion from the Lightning didn't alert the Dark Force.
The Dark Force, kept in the dark, thus greeted the sun in this manner...
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